h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I think my main problem is that I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

Welcome to my world. I'm going to be 42 soon but I still don't know.

I'll be 39 next month. This does make me feel quite old in some ways - but it makes Mum feel worse.

Dad never knew what he wanted to be either, but then, he never really grew up.

My mother is /was . Did her papers right after gymnasium (I think it was 3 years med-school) and then w*rked more or less in the same hospital for 40+ years. Retired this year. So she must have known. My father didn't know either. Neither did my brother. Usually they say it's quite common for men but not that common for women. I can only agree with it.
Oh well, it's weekend, why should we talk about w*rk anyway. Ah yes, I'll have a whole day training tomorrow, so I may as well cancel the weekend.

I don't know what to do with this weekend. The weather's a bit to warm for long walks, there's nothing I need from the shops, I could go to the markets tomorrow but I don't need anything there either... Maybe I'll just read.

By now the weekend is mostly done. What did you do?

I did nothing all weekend. Perfect. A lot of reading got done.

Since then, the excitement's been non-stop. I need another rest.

It's about a time for yet another weekend.

There should be more weekends. Many more.

I can't agree more. And I want to sleep. I should start to w*rk though.

I wish I knew what on earth is hearth pump.

Hearth pump? No idea.

Of course, it could be a misprint for 'earth pump', in which case I still have no idea, or 'heart pump', which makes slightly more sense but not much more.

What's the context?

Pellet combuster.

Still no idea...

Maybe it's time for me to go to bed, if I don't understand English any more.

And why have you become sheepish?

I have been for few years already. I think it was Pierce, who started it. The (annual) news is that I am dperessed. (And I am.)
I feel somewhat reluctant to come here (here=hootoo) and say or do anything. It's kinda hard to put on the smiling face, even if it's yet another yellow smiley. But I keep trying. I hate this time of year - it's 15.30 and dark on the streets already. There was no day at all. And I am totally broke. And I am tired 24*7. This is no life. Translating all that rubbish is a bit of a change though. At least I was able to pay the mortgage. Or should it be . There is no smiley for bitter laugh...

Ah, yes, the time of year. I remember that it doesn't agree with you. As for the rest - well, I wish I could help. If I ever get time to go to a post office again, I might be able to make some sort of gesture or at least show that I care...

You're showing it here.

This is the easy part.

*nibbles *

How has life been treating you?

It's been good to me lately. Very good.

The thing is, I'm so used to Life doing bad things to me that I can't help wondering when it'll go back to the normal pattern...

But I should stop thinking like that. I do try.

In the meantime, I like my job and I like the way things are going for me.