I'd be vindicated -or- Monday part II

[whitereflection]

One more person screws me over in traffic, I'm just hitting them. Or I buy a gun and start going Grand-Theft-Fscking-Auto on some asses. Some serious screaming out there. And I found my car stereo's max volume. Damned cheap factory-standard piece of crap. I want a real stereo.

Forgot Bebop's injection last night (naturally), so made myself late getting it done last minute this am. Wish I would've remembered I already had a lunch here, or I wouldn't have wasted time on that.

I'm so good at wasting my time. And some days what I say is just such gibberish I don't even rate a stare. Too bad what I said wasn't translatable into a 'I need a hug and a "don't worry, it's fine, it's ok"'. Am such a damned freak.

Here two minutes, and I remember why I was dreading coming back to work.