Having the worst hangover of the month yesterday, I came to think about this hypothetical scenario:
 
It is well known that being drunk makes you enjoy the long philosophical conversation. In a way that, it is under the influence of alcohol that one might conduct the longest and most insightful philosophical enquiries.
 

Don't come and bitch me that all politicians are assholes. This one is way assholer.
 
People sometimes don't realise it, but Nicolas Sarkosy is a very funny person. Not as much as his good friend Berlusconi, but I suppose you can always find worse. The buffoon has managed in one dinner to indirectly insult all his allies in an impressive move of arrogance and self satisfaction.
 

During this time, I must sleep, eat, build this site in a way that teaches me stuff, format my finished book, socialise with the people I already know, with those that I don't know yet, find another job, and then, I should also be spending one hour or two teaching myself Ruby. So far, none of these activities are helping me to pay the bills. Many of my friends have to fit 8h of "being at work" and another hour of "going there and coming back". There is no way I can think of it as sustainable. I'm afraid that one day, I will die.