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I've run out of propolis. I'm going to DIE. >_<

I feel awful. I miss my friends in London. I miss my friends in Berlin. Job is getting on my nerves. I know I should be happy and grateful, it's hard to get a decent job nowadays, young people usually get crappy jobs with 6-months contracts, while my contract has no time limit and is paid fairly well. And I usually have time to goof around on the net too, so I really shouldn't complain, but... I don't know, my boss is very career-oriented, she says I have a lot of potential, but frankly I don't give a damn about a career as a programmer. I'm just here for the money.

Some time ago a friend of mine, who used to work with me, told me "It would be a pity if in a few years you just quit and went on doing something completely different." Well, that's exactly what I'm planning to do: wait till I've earned enough money and then bye-bye. But I couldn't tell her because, well, she's the boss's daughter, for fuck's sake.

Man, I feel like shit. Everyone will be so disappointed when I do that (this isn't a matter of "if", this is a matter of "when"), but I'm fed up of doing things just to please others. I have an idea of what I'd really like to do and I'm going to work on that in the next few months. It may never work out but, hey, let's give it a try at least.

*sigh*

I'd really need a kiss right now.

( Smooch! )

And a random pic from last year in Berlin. Just because.

( Obst & Gemüse )

And a big, big thank you to einheitstochter for drawing this picture for me. You made my morning much brighter, dear. :)