I have hit the ceiling. I cannot do one more bit of intellectual prostitution. Not one word more. This is the limit. This is drudgery of the highest order. I really cannot take it anymore. Mechanically writing fucking articles. I'd give anything. If only I could stop this. ANYTHING.
Aaaarrrggghhhh.
At this rate, I will become a sociopath. Which FaceBook says I already am.
7 comments:
sister...in a few months we will be employed again..beautiful mcgill money in pockets..we will move to greener pastures in manipur eh?? and have manipuri gnaja??
Yes bon.
But McGill.... virtual type... :D
Manipur sounds grando though!
think of all the old monk bottles you will be able to buy with this money.
you have hit the nail on its head. though you probably write 17817391723times more articles than I do. :-|
Hehehe. I gave it up. Couldn't take it anymore. Screw the money.
@March Hare: Aar Old Monk! Mod khawa toh bhulei gechhi monay hochhay!
@Anurima: True that. But ekta lekhao jotota irritating panchtao tai.
@Elendil: I cannot screw the money. That is precisely the point!
Lord. But there must be some slightly more dignified way of pimping your brain (or rather that tiny part of your brain associated with banal tasks) out for money? Try a publishing part time job or something?
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