Extracts from The Diaries of 'Professor' Cornelius Crane
November 20th, 2007

I was readingthrough some of my very early entries today, and although I was obviously in aterrible state of mind when I wrote the one of June 16th, 1967, I have come torealize that life is indeed very much a series of repetitions; day after day,week after week we do the same old stuff over and over ad nauseam.

This is veryevident in the fact that I’m making fewer and fewer entries in my memoirs.

Even thenovelty regarding my own unique existence has long since worn off its charm.

For allintents and purposes, I could be just another Normal Joe trudging his waythrough life.

I need tomake changes in my life – spice it up!

But what?How?

I certainlyhave the financial means to do it.

I could dosome travelling – broaden my mind some more in other fields? Maybe learn a newlanguage?

But, stillcontinually nagging at the back of that mind is the fact that I yet have toreplace a way to complete the construction of the Consciousness Projector by myown hand.

I don’t thinkI will have any real peace of mind while that continues to hang over my headlike the Sword of Damocles!

Just goes toshow, they were right when they said, ‘Money can’t buy everything!’

But I gottaadmit that it does help tremendously having a lot of it available.

I do need abreak; if only for a short while.

SomethingI’ve always wanted to see is the Rio Carnival. That could definitely help totake my mind off the business as usual.

First thingin the morning, I’m gonna tell my secretary, Michelle, to start making thearrangements.

As it is, Idon’t want to wake her right now because she’s sleeping like a baby after apretty exhausting night.

Yep, I’lltell her the good news in the morning when I take in her coffee and kick hersexy butt outta my bed.

When the hellis the carnival anyway?