long weekends and play times

"I'm not sure if i could tell the difference- between just staring into space and thinking. We're usually thinking all the time, aren't we? Not that we live in order to think, but the opposite isn't true either- that we think in order to live. I believe contrary to Descartes, that we sometimes think in order not to be. Staring into space might unintentionally actually have the opposite effect. At any rate, its a difficult question." -murakami.

so now the final plan has come into being, and we are all off Friday morning to drink ourselves into oblivion, catch up with old long lost friends, and generally have a brilliant time marrying off a great couple, and catching up for the last oh, eight years. old indecisive one, who has caused so many headaches and frustrations, has finally decided to pull finger and come for the weekend (yes, that's a great decision to finally make THREE days before we're going and fucking up everyone's plans in the process) but it looks like its going to be a good time. pity i have so much work to get through before and after this break, and it will be plaguing me; i cant really afford to take so much time off, but i don't really have the choice, nor should i really care or think about it too much. my brain begins to hurt when i do, and i really just want a good break away; thinking of leaving said brain behind in durbs, so can really relax. brilliant, isn't that what the booze is for? i hope its a good time.