I don't have time for this.
May. 20th, 2010 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday I used the expression 'spitting mad'. Archaic, but it works.
Today I need it again.
It's blood day. I am in full efficiency swing, which means I'm irritable anyhow. I have a laundry list of complaints. And then I had to go and probe topics which I know are better left to... um, duh... not text-only realtime situations. Because, seriously, who takes touchy topics into realtime text situations anyhow? No one with even a quarter of a brain cell plus the desire to keep any friends whatsoever. Surely there's enough data collected from internet forums, etc, to drive that home at this point?
Still. Oh my god. I either want to kill someone or get hit really really hard over the head with a cast iron frying pan.
I'm supposed to be trying to be social. I ran into YourMamaAndrew in the skytrain station this morning and realised as I sort of drooled down my shirt and faked social interaction that I've basically forgotten how. It didn't take long, did it? I literally could think about nothing except work.
Now I can think of nothing except verbal frontal assaults. Easy, girl. That seldom makes things better.
Okay. Write, breathe, pack the rest away. Go be social. Be social after being social if you need. Sort it out later.
Look forward to ploughing that discussion into a bout of make-up sex or somethin'.
Today I need it again.
It's blood day. I am in full efficiency swing, which means I'm irritable anyhow. I have a laundry list of complaints. And then I had to go and probe topics which I know are better left to... um, duh... not text-only realtime situations. Because, seriously, who takes touchy topics into realtime text situations anyhow? No one with even a quarter of a brain cell plus the desire to keep any friends whatsoever. Surely there's enough data collected from internet forums, etc, to drive that home at this point?
Still. Oh my god. I either want to kill someone or get hit really really hard over the head with a cast iron frying pan.
I'm supposed to be trying to be social. I ran into YourMamaAndrew in the skytrain station this morning and realised as I sort of drooled down my shirt and faked social interaction that I've basically forgotten how. It didn't take long, did it? I literally could think about nothing except work.
Now I can think of nothing except verbal frontal assaults. Easy, girl. That seldom makes things better.
Okay. Write, breathe, pack the rest away. Go be social. Be social after being social if you need. Sort it out later.
Look forward to ploughing that discussion into a bout of make-up sex or somethin'.