Zeus is pissed or something...

It keeps on rolling over me, and most of it is my own fault. But c'mon already.

Ripped not one but TWO pairs of pants in the seat last night. So, no more jeans for Anthony, and down one good pair of danceables.

I guess I'm hated by a loved one (bully ta!), and I'm a dumb ass for responding back with so much hurt, tainted with a bit of anger. And it's made me sick--ill-like. Great. Anthony, you're an asshole. Deal with it.

The cases keep coming in, and the turnaround times have gotten shorter and shorter. I've got 20 or so on my desk, over 80 calls still to make this afternoon, a conference call to set up, five CVs to fax out, and I'm all distracted in thought. Wheee. Pain in the ass in the best conditions, and now...

And when did I lose a day? It's already Wednesday? Shit.

I didn't sleep well last night. Kept on having nightmares of trying to read an email that was transcribed via arts and crafts. Letters were made using knots and beads, and thos stupid little gold safety pins attatched to a long twisty piece of fabric which was hotglued to a computer motherboard and a "Visible Man" model. Weirder than shit, but I know what that one's all about.

I wonder what's next? A tire blowout? Nervous Bowel Syndrome? Scabbies? Breaking a toe? Identity theft? What am I, the Jerry Seinfeld version of Job?

I think everyone needs to disassociate themselves from me. I'm trouble. Big, Big Trouble. Before the frogs start raining down, or I shoot you in the back or something.

Trying to fingerpaint the sky...

Great Big Sea. Thank you, Canadians, our best neighbor to the north for producing yet another band that is upbeat, shiny, thoughtful, and goes well with a drink in your hand.

And played at high decibels, it can help (along with other factors) to pull you out of a poor mood.

All we losers stand in line just waiting for our time.
Broken angel take that plane and finger paint the sky till everything shines!


I had a conversation earlier today that kinda took some of the sting off. I just have to, you know. Suck up some right now. But it still sucks. SUCKs.

As far as everything else. Well, Work continues to be a pain in the royal arse. I still have split pants (have to buy some new clothes, I do), and now I have a lack of sugar headache. Need to eat dinner, cuz I didn't eat lunch...and somewhere in there, I failed to eat dinner last night. Dumb ass.