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Weekend time in a couple of hours... finally. Hectic week, somewhat stressful. I'd like not being caught in that "waiting for the weekend" system, that rhymes with "waiting to be retired" and "waiting to die". One week after the other. But shit, live>money>job. Blahblahblah. Maybe if I had some more guts I would make the step to an unregular job more accurate to my little "philosophie". But I'm not adventurous to have no money at all period. Sissy me. I miss the time when I was a roadie and worked on big concerts. My body is just a wreck right now. Oh yeah, I miss having kisses too, but that's out of subject!