The Secret Diary of Hendrik Groen, 83¼ Years Old

by Hendrik Groen

I seriously disapprove of the way things are run around here too, but setting myself on fire would be going a bit too far. I do know some other people I wouldn’t mind setting fire to, though, to get people’s attention.

I am having the kind of day when you wake up totally shattered, do nothing all day, and go to bed at night exhausted from all the resting you’ve done. If only I had a few of those magic pills in my medicine cabinet, the kind that give the youth of today the energy to rave for twenty-four hours straight. Doesn’t mean I’d suddenly have to know how to rave; being able to trudge around for a few hours without getting exhausted would be good enough for me.

Maybe I shouldn’t grumble so much. I should just work harder at making sure that every day is worth living. Or at least every other day. There have to be rest days too, just like the ones in the Tour de France.