Tuesday 2 November 2004

Pic of the day: It was either this screenshot from Sims2, or "For every Bush vote, God kills a kitten". A bit late for that now, though.

"Cat exploded."

There is a quote, supposedly going back to Neil Gaiman, about how novel writing takes over one's life. "House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day." This quote is quite popular among NaNoWriMo writers, and I can see why.

I doubt I could write 1500 words if the house was burned down, and it is not even my house. I can however write 3000 words even if I am a little sick now and then. And I don't even have a cat, although I could probably have picked up one if I wanted to. Only a few days ago one wanted to go with me on the bus to work. Generally they don't explode though (unless you, after washing them, dry them in the microwave oven).

Not much else to report. Still sick leave. Still not seen the doctor. Appointment is on Friday from 13:15. Most likely I will wait in line for a couple hours even with an appointment, this is how it has been the few times I've been there before.