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i pity the rich and idle, always in need of distractions.

it's friday night and i'm working. sure that is better than having nothing to do. certainly i'm not asking for life's meaning.

so-- you have time and money, which so many starving artists would kill for-- and you're complaining?

go to your studio and see what i left after i ransacked the place. then use that to do something creative.

or you could meditate and ponder your life's meaning.

alternatively, you could go shopping, --hypocrite lecteur, --mon semblable, --mon frère!