This was my reply to Josh's post, but it encapsulates my morning, thus far, pretty well...

[gram_negative]

Dude, I think I've finally snapped (it's ten to six, and I'm due at work in three hours!) so I'm finally emotionally removed enough to tell you just how much I felt this post when I read it, and that you are not alone. My body continuously fails me. I pathetically try to ingratiate myself to people I don't even like, at work, in order to keep from

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[hogofheaven]

It's a good thing we're not inclined toward violence, 'cause otherwise I think one of us would've started Project Mayhem by now.

[gram_negative]

Who's not inclined towards violence? You think just cuz we haven't started yet means that we're not inclined?

Me, I think I'm a motive in search of an opportunity, these days. I drink fucking drugs (read: kava) to keep from BREAKING SHIT, which I have actually resorted to doing, in recreational fashion, just to relieve tension, sometimes. I have a 20-lb weight in my cubicle. Sometimes I smash small things that I don't think will be missed by anyone with it, and throw them away, and laugh.