I’m Trying to Build A Birdhouse In my Soul But Someone Took My Damn Hammer. Bastard.

It occurs to me that this might be a more appropriate countdown:

It’s not that people are any more annoying than usual. People are exactly the same as they were yesterday. (Useless bags of skin who talk too much without saying anything of any importance…oh wait, no. NO.) I’m just not dealing with them particularly well. I have become – just today – this petulant, sighing teenager:

“It sucks. Why do there have to be other people? It’s totally not fair. (Moan) Why is the phone ringing? Why is someone asking me a question. I hate ALL OF YOU.”

Ah well. Tomorrow fast approaches. And I am cheered by engrish.com until then.