Affluenza

Time: 10:24am, Monday Morning
Date: 1, December, 2008 - First day of winter!
Location: Plowden Lab, LBS, London
Feeling: still sick. restless. thoughtful.

I think the first sentence of any piece of writing is the hardest. Once you start, it always just seems to flow - especially in personal writing. Of course, having said that, I am now stuck on the third sentence. *sigh*

I'm currently reading this book "Affluenza" by James Oliver. It has an interesting (if not entirely unique) premise - that many of us are infected with the "affluenza virus" that has us striving for material things that are not going to make us happy and causing high levels of emotional distress (in a nutshell). He also has a go at capitalism - arguing that it is not a good way to run things, if you care about people's emotional well-being. It seems like an interesting premise that is best summarised in perhaps 100-150 pages. He has 500. I wonder if authors get paid per page...
I have forgotten where I was going with this... Perhaps it will come back to me later in the day. Monday morning and no coffee (it makes me feel worse when I'm sick) - it's no wonder I am forgetting my own thoughts...