Poetry & Prozac

Don't mind me, I'm just mad.

* I am a bad sharer, I KNOW this. But for the love of GOD, go away! Go AWAY! GO! Just STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND DON'T COME *HERE*. This is MINE. And other people's. From HERE. *glares* Do not want.

* Ticketmaster is listing a second HCT show on April 11. ??? Also I cannot go because I am going to the San Diego show and lack the ability to teleport. Whatever. It's not listed at either Panic's website or the HCT website, so, whatever. I am being zen. *breathes*

* My &*^(&*%&^% boss. I had a question yesterday. I e-mailed her about it. She answered. I followed instructions and sent the finished thing back to her. Today she sent it back saying I did it wrong. I fixed and sent it back with an apology that was also a little edged with "I ASKED you, you lied!" her response either absolved me or told me I'm an unprofessional idiot and don't know what the hell I'm doing. I honestly am not sure. Oh, and THEN she sent me another ten things to do.

* It's supposed to snow in Chicago tomorrow. I have a layover there on my way to wordsaremyfaith. I'm a bit concerned.

*grumbly grumbly ARGH!* Cross me, I fucking dare you.

*hates*

Yeah, if my housemates all wanted to drop into a vat of hot oil and DIE that would be totally okay with me. Except actually RoL is pretty okay and SHE's got the flu which I am pretty sure I am going to get seeing as we live in the same room. During finals week. Because she has never learned how to COVER HER MOUTH WHEN SHE COUGHS.

How, how how how did the world ruin WEDNESDAY? I would not have dreamed it possible, but no, with the loud and the obnoxious and the inconsiderate borrowing and the having people over and THE FLU it has happened. And now I have a migraine too.

The Office better be good tomorrow, is all I have to say, because I am not sure I will survive without the faint fumes of hope.

... Does anyone want to do something nice for me?

*sob*