Took me forever to get to sleep last night, and for some reason or other I woke up sore as hell. Could be my insomnia is a result of the complete rage I have at the HTML fairy who keeps putting kryptonite in the part of my eyes that understands code, because now when I try to code it all looks like ants to me. HIGHLY irritating. You know what else? Cold Fusion can wipe my ass. Fucking useless piece of shit.
I got my man-period this morning, I am a raging-fucking-nightmare bitch. From the fifth level of Dante's hell even. I'm not inspired to do anything, have no desire to get anything accomplished (unheard of from me) and wished I could be on an island somewhere in a hammock.
I'm in a mood so foul it could make Jersey smell good and New Orleans look clean. I just had the most amusing fantasy of stabbing Tom Green in the temple with a rusty spike. Oh if only.
Don't ask.
