I've got dark circles around my eyes as a result of shitty sleep, I look and feel like hell, and worst of all, there's no one here for me to maim. I haven't seen Damien since Monday, and yesterday was -|[THE SUCK]|- in every way that mattered to me.
There. having bitched about the state of affairs I'm currently in, I feel better. Not really, not at all in fact, but it's this thing I do where I say it enough times until I believe it. Kind of a "fake it 'til you make it" sort of thing, only without the annoying guidance counselor overtone. THAT'S who I should maim, my HS guidance counselor. Ms. Beasley, the sharp-faced trout that knew nothing of confidentiality. I got her back by stealing her cigarettes from her office every opportunity I got, and planting them in the instrument cases of band students I hated. Looking back, it was a win-win situation for me.
Wow, I really DO feel better!