the end of another saturday in which I did nothing because I have no mates. One day separates me from the wagie grind. One day I will be dead and it will be a good day. No taxes, no monotony, no laundry, no dishes, no shopping no food prep, no showering, no ironing, no physical self. Oh, you want me to send you that email? I cant because im dead, have to clean clothes do I? no I dont I dont have a physical body, want rent? no rent for me mate I dont need a flat because im dead. It will be good.