Plans for the weekend are non-existant. I don't know when/if I'll have transport available to me. Maybe I'll just sleep all weekend. Maybe I'll go out and buy The Wall on dvd and watch it over and over until it's time to come back to the machine and go back to playing George Jetson. There are a number of things that need to be done. There are a number of things I'd like to do just because. None of those things are up to me, nor do I find it worth the effort to voice what they are because it'll only get my hopes up, the words giving them a least an ounce of flesh. I'm getting better, but there are things that still need to be done before I can jump those final hurdles. Confused? So am I. I think it's considered a human condition under which we are all bound to suffer.