posted February 8, 2010 4:51 PM PST

unreasonable actions interrupted by logic

So I'm pretty frustrated about this job thing. To the point where my fuse is noticeably short. Anyway, I went into the bedroom to do some laundry, and stubbed my toe on the bed. I've walked into that room tens of thousands of fucking times, and have somehow managed to not stub my toe in the process. Maybe it has something to do with the liquor, or maybe my mind is just distracted. I don't know. All I know is that I really could have done without that sore toe at that moment because it was just too much. One moment I'm contemplating what it would be like to look for a job in a 10% unemployment market, and the next thing I know I've damn near broken my little toe.

So I shout the obligatory "FUCK!" and look for the nearest wall to punch. Right when I'm about to start turning my torso and putting some weight behind my fist, I realize that I'm about to punch stucco. Something reasonable managed to break through the noise and tell me to save my knuckles for another day.

Right now, all that means to me is that I've got more liquor to drink.

last updated February 8, 2010 5:01 PM PST

posted February 14, 2010 5:06 PM PST

Ugh. Sorry you have to deal with this shit.
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