misAdventures of Workmonkey 3.0

I was going to blog about the big new study Jill sent me today revealing that drinking one or two alcoholic beverages a day dramatically increases the breast cancer risk in postmenopausal women, and how at this point it seems the only reason these studies come out is to try and convince people they have control over their health destiny, when in reality they pretty much don't, and that extending life seems to be more important to people than enjoying life, and all these studies do is make people increasingly despondent and joyless, and i thought wine was supposed to be good for you (?), and my mom hardly drank and ate well and still got cancer, and my dad lives on cheetos and wine and is healthy as a teenager (all things considered), and if these studies keep coming out all people will do is lock themselves inside their houses drinking lemon juice with cayenne pepper and breathing through oxygen tanks, and that is why I am not going to read one more study and try to enjoy life, since that seems more important to health than avoiding alcohol, as the French have proven, and I'll just let nature make the decisions it is going to make with or without my consent, even though I'll still do the basics like exercise and eat fruits and veggies, and I was going to write all of this, but then I was talking to Jill and she reminded me that I already blogged about all of this sometime last year, so this is all repetitive to you anyway, which I'm sorry for, as it seems working at a digital ad agency all day doesn't provide me with good blog material anymore, so then I was going to finally write my blog about Helsinki, since I stopped my winter trip blog after St. Petersburg and haven't had the time to detail, but then Jill said that trip was four months ago nobody gives a shit anymore, if they ever did in the first place, since people seem only so interested in things that don't involve them, so now i'm stressed and am going to go get a drink, which I'll enjoy since I'm neither postumenupausal nor decorated with large breasts, so I feel safe I won't get breast cancer, i'll just have to settle for the one that cancer guys get from drinking, which I'm sure some study will tell me about in next month's news, at which point I'll write another blog about depressing studies, until Jill reminds me I've already written two of them, causing me to get another drink, in a month's time, but before I get to that drink, i'll have to get to tonight's drink, i'm already stressed over next month and I haven't even gotten over today's stress, so enough for now, time to go home to drink the stuff that will give me the disease i'm drinking to forget i'll be getting.