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23^rd January 1999

Thank God! It's the weekend

Perhaps you will search for must-haves to transform your hard earned cash. The living room could really do with a new plant. And a new dress for dinner out at the restaurant tonight is becoming essential now. You have left it so late, you will just have to expect to pay that little bit extra for the right garment.

Perhaps you will remain in a non-drug-induced-but-bed-enhanced dream state for the whole weekend. Scratch, yawn...yer um ....snore.

Lucky devil!

A good book, see a movie, visit friends, croissants and Sunday papers. No end of possibilities of things you could do.

But what really is it that you really want to do? This isn't just a self-help pearl of self-exploration. It is a pointer to a critical possibility : you don't want to do annything.

We are so addicted to appear to be doing something. The whole point of the weekend is to chill out from survival mode. You've cut the wood all week, now you can put your feet up.

We live such a mediocre existence "earning a living" that our vital juices have no chance to escape. That's why we are so twitchy as a society.

I prefer to blend it all together. I have lost the concept of weekend, day, hour and minute. I do whatever I need to do next, and squeeze in my life whenever I can. I have been charged with such high crimes as laziness and slackness.

HA!

This is only because other people cannot conceive why I live as I do. Whether you live for 20 years or 100 years, doesn't matter. Every day that you live as if it is your last, is a day well lived. Days aren't like those little squares of paper on your toilet roll. Throwing a day down the chute is a pity. Doing it regularly is death.

end of rave.

The little squares of paper on the toilet roll have caused years of pondering by at least two people I know - who uses one square???? Have you had this idea keeping you up at night for the past decade or two? Is this the real cause of insomnia??

(C)opyright Sylvano Lucchetti.