Monday 22 November 2004

Pic of the day: If you want money for nothing and the chicks for free, alcohol is the way to go. Or perhaps I am just pressing sour grapes... Screenshot from Pugyuru, a children's anime (!).

Sick rambling

I am very much still losing NaNoWriMo, although I think perhaps I may make it to 30 000 before the month is over. My throat is still hoarse, although I suspect it is not destroyed for life like the wrist. Most likely it will magically heal once I no longer have any pressure on me to use it.

Went to doctor today again, hopefully last time this year. He still insists that I should do physical exercize instead of getting a disability pension and slowly fade away. Meh. If I wanted to sweat, I would not work in the bureaucracy.

Actually, my wrist doesn't really hurt so much that it warrants even a half disability pension. It is just that it comes on top of all the other small things that eat into my work time, like the sudden attacks of stomach pain and diarrhea, and the recent inability to sleep outside of work hours.

I think it is just unfair that when my job destroys my body, I just have to let it go bit by bit until I have neither job nor pension. When other people keep themselves meticulously drunk from their teens onward, they are richly rewarded by the state and get money for nothing.

[EDIT] Yeah, I realize that it makes sense to exercize and keep in shape, but hey ... people with manual labor get paid to use their body. I'm supposed to first work my body so I can do the work I'm paid for? What? Imagine what the crate stackers would say if you told them they had to do crosswords an hour each day to keep their job.