Another weekend without call. The result: nothing. The highlight of the weekend was listening to 'Cough Piece' by Yoko Ono, all the way through, and contemplating its meaning to the artist and its meaning to me.
I tried to get a haircut, but failed. Didn't have a reservation...
Yoko's thought for the day:
Kyoko, don't worry
Don't worry, Kyoko
Mum's only looking for
Her hand in the snow
Which kind of makes you worry about Mum.
Leonard's thought for the day:
Four o'clock and the fog comes in
We all remember the sea
For several seconds our sins are forgiven
Mine against you, yours against me