Fuckadoodledoo
If I understood and or believed in biorhythms I would definitely say that mine are down this week. I’m conducting a class for some friends in Texas and I haven’t taught this one in a while so it’s exhausting. Tonight they took me out for barbecue and over dinner we started talking about life. And fuckmerunnin if I didn’t feel my eyes begin to leak at one point when the conversation turned aimed at me personal. For those who don’t know yours truly in the real world that is a bit out of character to say the least. I recovered by changing the subject to something shockingly inappropriate and the near crisis was averted.
I might be on the verge of some sort of mental snap. And while that might seem dire there is a big part of me that’s excited to see what happens if my inner Kraken is released. Whoa be the poor first responders tasked with tranquelizing this nut.
It doesn’t help that I took a call from a backstabbingkissass at work who tried to take a dump on an already full toilet of a day. I swallowed the flame thrower response that I could actually taste and let her know exactly what I thought of her tale and it’s timing. I even threw in a not so veiled threat to expose her cockroach gossip to the cold light of people she was discussing. I hate people who can’t talk shit right to someone’s face.
This was one of those interactions that will fill my night with dreams of quitting. Alas, too many people still depend on my income so for now I suffer in relative silence. well not so much suffer as plotting another’s annihilation. Can’t really talk about an ongoing case bit I’m holding an oversized magnifying glass up to the flame of hatred in the hopes of incinerating a pest.
Might be time for me to see someone about some happy pills…