Apr 23, 2009 00:55
So yeah. I'm hoping my early indicators of my recurring depression (sleeping far more than I should, burying myself in the various fantasy worlds I've created, avoiding human contact outside of gaming, doom and gloom mentality) are just hormone related like so many things in life.
My ickle VW bug was towed and the tow guy pretty much ripped my bumper a new one. That's not going to be peachy to fix since I have to replace the damn thing.
Dad keeps pissing me off for one reason or another. Not cool.
Oh, and a note to my precious garden customers:
I am not a short order cook or a drive-thru window. Please stop sauntering up to my register and placing an order for things like "ten bags of mulch" or "two bags of that garden soil." We've got a whole heap of varieties and I don't have them all in my register and it's awkward to ask you to go get them. Yes, I actually need the bags most of the time. Thanks.
- Your Favorite Register Monkey
orange box,
bug bites,
depressed