Screw Calgon, Tequila Take Me Away
Man, seems like fully half my friends or more are in rotten moods today, mostly because of things they "found out", in whatever manner. Either that, or life is just kicking them. Add to that I woke up after fucked-up dreams, and the only thing on my mind was to find my leather jacket (hanging in the closet, right where it should be), and it's been a helluva morning.
I have to get a bunch of info scanned and e-mailed to Mikki, who called me yesterday, not to mention various things around the house and my daily dive into the Hell of the Classified Ad...and I think I'm glad that I have all this to occupy me, because this day looks like it's Pure Shit. And, dammit, it's not even my problems making it that way...empathy is a harsh mistress.
Whatever. I'm gonna do my stuff, and hope that everyone's day gets better, and try to be around for as many of them as need/want me. Which will be less than I would hope, unfortunately.
I have to get a bunch of info scanned and e-mailed to Mikki, who called me yesterday, not to mention various things around the house and my daily dive into the Hell of the Classified Ad...and I think I'm glad that I have all this to occupy me, because this day looks like it's Pure Shit. And, dammit, it's not even my problems making it that way...empathy is a harsh mistress.
Whatever. I'm gonna do my stuff, and hope that everyone's day gets better, and try to be around for as many of them as need/want me. Which will be less than I would hope, unfortunately.