Not enough hours in the day, or caffeine/tequila in the Western Hemisphere. Feeling like I'm too little butter and there's too much toast.

Probably my fault because I'm feeling a lot better and therefore trying to catch up on the Oh.My.GOD.I.ignored.SO.MUCH.during.radiation!!! (Doesn't matter that it was by necessity; it falls to me to fix it.) * ( Read more... )

Hating my job this week. Actually, the job wouldn't be so bad if I could actually do it. As far as crap in Corporate America goes this is a pretty good gig (except that it's simply not a life's passion - but I'm working on that!). Still, I'm about to go out of me noggin with boredom. I have wanked until I can wank no more. (OK, OK... it's not ( Read more... )

( 'Tell Me Why' - The Short List )

I gots tapioca for brains. Mo' betta post later.

That is all.

Cranky. Tired. Grumpy. Pitiful. Depressed. Lonely. Sad. Drained. Exhausted. Hostile. Disappointed. Useless. Unworthy. Dejected. Bad bad bad bad bad.

Why?

Dunno. Dun care.

Can find a few probable causes, none proportional to the angsty emo-grrl crap roiling within me.

So fuck 'em and feed 'em fishheads. Yesh.

( Rant - hidden for office jockeys due to proliferation of F-Bombs. )

He must have been in stealth mode. But he came screeching into view just long enough to leave tire treads on my back. Hating today a whole lot. One problem almost solved leaves another to percolate and the one with the direst deadline to blow up with twice the intensity...

I quit. Uncle. Over and out.