Life Sometimes I forget that the weekend is coming. I'll know it's there and I'll notice the passage of days from Monday to Friday but then Friday night comes and I realise that the following day I won't be needing to go to work, and that I don't actually have anything planned otherwise; on the Saturday morning I know I've a whole city, country even, of possibilities, but I'll probably spend the day tucked up in bed with my DVD player, not actually wanting to come to terms with the world. Then it gets to Staurday night, and I know there are people out there being out there and I'll have strayed a few feet to my computer writing about my day were nothing much happened to me.
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