May 27, 2004
That's directed at no one person or no one thing in particular. Just a nice, general feeling of loathiness.
I'm tired. I'm still (STILL) on Vegas time. I've had a headache for four days straight now. Unbelievable deadlines at work. Memorial Day weekend traffic started on Tuesday. Clomid. Cicadas. Crazy Haiku Smackdown drama.
(But don't even ask. Seriously.)
Anyway, I need to pack tonight because I'm driving to Philadelphia tomorrow night. Like every other idiot in the whole blessed world. Months and months ago, I bought Phillies tickets for my dad and I, which is cool. I did not flip the calendar page, however, to realize that I bought tickets for EFFING MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND. This is not cool. But what can you do? Welcome to Bigdumbassmoronville, population: you and seventy million...cars.
And here I sit, staring into space, wondering what the hell I planned to write about a whole 10 minutes ago, because I have completely forgotten.
Something about...hate? Maybe?