Viiksimiehet tulevat

Now playing: Slipknot: Wait and bleed

Well, this is my first sick leave day in, what, almost three years. And I'm not even sure if I'm sick - just darn tired. But it's probably wiser to stay a day at home, than spend the next week at home with fever.

I hope.

Because I have really, really much work to catch up with tomorrow. No rest for the wicked.

And now, ladies and gentleman - some sleep for the weary.

Now Playing: Maj Karman Kauniit Kuvat / Haavat

Again, I made a wise decision - not to come to work until 1pm.

Why? Because when I first woke up a bit before 7am, I realised I had only slept for little less than three hours. So, three more hours of sleep, from 9 am until the midday, after doing all those morning processes.

Did I just say processes?

I'm worse off than I thought.

While I was sitting in the subway, minding my own business and reading, few fellows took a seat opposite to me. You know, the classic, under thirty, but not really working -types. I mean, I don't give a shit about what somebody does with his 24 hours per day quote. None of my problems.

Anyway, after the subway left, the fellow opposite to me picked up a packed of diapam's (you know, those wacky pills) and emptied the whole package to his hand, and swallowed them all.

Of course, he catched me staring and started to mouth off how he has prescription and all. Even showed it to me. I just wonder which kind of prescription gives the dose of, what, 12 diapam's at one time.

The point of this all?

The guy used to go to same low-grade school than me. If I remember correctly, he's about year older than me.

Figures.

Now Playing: Therapy? / Nausea

Well, good fucking morning to you, too. I'm not the person you want to see today - my feet ache (hell, my whole body aches) after yesterday's floorball games and I'm having major piss off. Did I say major piss off? I meant that I'm trembling with rage.

Why? Well, because.

Because somebody installed the new firewall to workplace and left all the fucking ports closed. How the hell I'm supposed to do my bacherlor's thsesis if I don't have an access to my files? And while I might survite that, I also have my FS-live planning stuff on my fucking computer.

And I'm going to give people such a rant in about half'n'hour. Already gave one, and will give another one. Some people just don't get it.

And yeah, if you happen to read this and you'd like to reach, for example, my private diary, then don't. I'll figure out something and let you know.

And pardon my french. Fuckturds.

Now playing: Nick Cave & The bad seeds / Fifteen feet of pure white snow

Yeah, yeah, I know - it's been a while. I have loads of excuses - I tried, really tried, to make an entry few days ago, but the blogger mainpage was down. That explains the whole week, doesen't it?

I've been busy, working on my bachelor's thesis (and with that, working my butt off), playing in two mush:es, developing the FS-live and that sort of stuff.

So, I don't have any excuses. Sorry. Perhaps I just don't like you whining maggots.

But it certainly warms the old man's mind to see that there are hits in the log for every day. That might, of course, tell something about you, too. I enjoy being your daily fix, honeybunnies.

It seems that I'll be moving into doing other stuff in work, perhaps in the coming month. And that's good - I've already grown a bit (well, more than a bit, as you might have noticed) to my current working field. Small wonder, one tends to get a bit fed up, doing same shit for over a year.

Which, sort of, reminds me to go back and do more of that shit.

Now playing:

Detoxification
Purification
The ravaged corner
Cold and embittered

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of purification

Deification
Depopulation
Crescendo of craving
Sullen and distorted

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification

What have I said?
What have I said again?
I regret everything

Moral little shit-kickers
Liberal asinine pricks

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification

- Manic Street Preachers / The year of purification

It's now 2002. Less stupid year for all of you.