Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith
jesus_h_biscuit

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Goddamnit

I hate being this frustrated, I REALLY fucking hate it. Could I feel any more fucking pathetic, useless, or incompetent today? Today would be a really good day to get into a fight with some random asshole, but only after I've actually had some goddamned sleep.

I have cases to work, and one that is taking a precedent over everything else that I'm stumped on. No one is on AIM. I cannot for the motherfucking LIFE of me get this whore of an IRC client to work, nor can I get where I need to be on the web interface. The lj-support people are helpful, but do not get it that I have no idea what they're talking about when they try to direct me here and there, and speak in codes I'm unfamiliar with. Yeah, you're nice and all but WHAT THE FUCK DOES NICKSERV EVEN MEAN? Sure, I can copy and paste, BUT WHERE THE FUCK DOES IT GO IN THE 36,028 TEXT FIELDS THE CLIENT HAS? I go to thenecropolis for the info on IRC, and only get confused more. Sure it seems pretty straightforward, but I am so stressed out right now that I'm practically in tears - ergo, it might as well be written in heiroglyphics.

In the past two and a half weeks, I haven't slept more than 3 hours a night.
The only reason I was able to get to sleep LAST night (at 1:30AM, thank you very fucking much) was because I took 1/2 a Klonopin.
I swear, if I end up fucking crying from this bullshit, I will set my neighbor on fire. Crying makes me feel like absolute shit.
I'm groggy, I'm tired, Avery's cranky, I have casework to do, dishes and laundry to wash, a house to clean, GBIS client work to do and phonecalls to eventually return, and all I want to do is crawl under my covers and cry myself to fucking sleep.
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