ahh, it is what the french would call "the weekend", thank goodness. i think i might just stay in bed as much as i possibly dare this weekend, emerging only to try and finish my book. i ought to do a little, gentle study. and yet, my dear brothers, and yet. maddness is slated. there is to be a "how to spend it". i should like to go to the pictures. i should like to go out for dinner. i should like, dear reader, to find some peace of mind. by the way, i can't quite believe that james nesbitt is in match point. i hope he doesn't spoil it.