So, this morning my alarm didn't go off. When I finally woke up, I was already late for work. Go me. I tried to make my one caffeinated beverage I alloted to myself everyday and no caffeine. I try to grab a bite to eat and fail. (it's best not to go into the details here, it's harrowing.) Try to dress myself and find I have no clean socks. I have a gazzillion fucking socks and I can't find two that fucking match to wear to work.

I check my email and write the previous rant about the game I've been playing.

I futzed around until I finally was able to focus enough to be able to drive my car without plowing into my mail box, the neighbor and every other car on the road like some blind old lady sitting three inches beneath her steering wheel. I got to work.

Murphy is out to fucking get me today.

I can't remember having a day this bad in a long long while.

Work is being a whore with tits sagging to her ankles and twelve different STDs.

Perhaps it is the fact I was already in a foul mood when I woke up. Perhaps the stars are somehow aligned to screw with me today.

Or maybe, shit happens and I fucking suck.

My Mango Show yesterday. Gods above. I don't have the words to describe the suck of it all. My internet kept going on in the middle. My internet never goes out, but yesterday it was the bastard crack baby of a 2 cent junkie. I truly appreciate the 3 people who tuned in a listened to me. I don't know who you all are, but thanks. Seriously. I know it sucks to have to keep tuning in and so your effort makes me happy. Thanks.

I am dreading tomorrow already and it's not even 2pm yet.

I need a hot cup of tea and a warm blanket and a hug.

Don't worry, I won't cry. I'm not really an expressive person.

On a positive note, The Dive Bar Verses is (are?) back. Woo! Let us rejoice.

Posted by Utopia at January 9, 2006 01:17 PM

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