i am praying very hard i do not fall sick, just to catch maybe the first half of arsenal vs chelsea. it's one of the biggest games of the season, how could you miss it? and besides, ive got my basic theory exam tomorrow morning; if i fail well, okay, fine. nvm. 6 dollars to watch a match is quite worth it.

i am in the mood when i want life to slow down, to sip wine and eat french bread and do some chores and go to the supermarket to shop for tonight's dinner in lazy bliss. to write lovey dovey jazz songs which are oh-so-slow and so delightful. of course, i am never going to be the culture that you have to be (to be successful in being a creator of that form of art, true art, i would call it); i am never going to be so refined, because i was never born aristocratic--and for the noveau-middle-class, good manners follows rather slowly afterwards--and so, for the moment i shall sit and hope that my brain doesn't function so clearly so that perhaps the muse could send some music down.

i have had a hectic weekend which was a load of fun; sometimes the party has to end, and now back to the humdrum of work. with God there is still hope, of course; work is but a necessity in the everyday scheme of things, just like life itself is necessary, and the mediocre bits are there just to ensure that the sublime moments are well-received and enjoyed.

on to monday.