Readership down, work down, mood down.

God, I have to get out of my head, enjoy life, stop thinking. It’s 3-fucking-a.m. and I’m (a) awake and (b) moody. I hate fucking thinking when I should be sleeping. I didn’t even make time today to bitch and moan about the chick at work who was holding me responsible, because she got overpaid by accident. Um, what, you’re pissed off because why, exactly? You don’t want to lose vacation time, but you also want to keep the money you were paid when you weren’t here? And, I’m the dick?

I didn’t bitch about the moron who sent a lengthy email full of buzzwords and fatuous inaccurate details. I didn’t bitch about how a month or so into the DEMONware perversion, not all accounts are converted, and yet, once again, I have been presented with an array of +6 thousand, yes, fucking thousand, lines to proofread.

Bite me world.