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I am not emotionally prepared to be at work today.
I think Christin's pregnancy hormones are contagious.
I want to kill them all. Not even at work....just everyone. Ever. The people who send bills from the gas company, my friends with kids who complain that I never come visit them and bring Chinese food over to their house in the far west suburbs (like 40 minutes away) on a weeknight, the birds chirping outside at 5 am (GET A LIFE FUKCERS), people who like Red Solo Cup, Rick Santorum supporters, the friend who's commandeering another friend's weekend visit that she and I had planned for months (long story), the friend who told me long ago that he'd get me free screening tickets for Hunger Games and now says MAYBE HE CAN'T (GODDAMITALFKHALKSDFHASDF), and whoever created the five day workweek.
I can't be here right now. Can't do it.
"As of page 2 this might be the most boring argument ever. It's making me long for Rape Day." - Mouse
Re: I am not emotionally prepared to be at work today.
WE HAVE TO GO BACK!
Seriously, I was so calm and relaxed when I left. As the plane was leaving the gate at St Louis I was like "I have not once worried about money or bills or work or anything. What a great vacation!"
Then I got home and wanted to kick everything and set it on fire. A guy just called to complain about idling trucks outside his apartment building and, on a rational level, I sympathize with him, but all I wanted to do was mimic everything he said in a high-pitched voice.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I want to kick a pregnant lady. Not because she is pregnant, mind you. She is just an annoying attorney who happens to be pregnant.
Several times in the past week, she has had me pulling exhibits to motions. There will be places in her drafts where she writes "[Vinny, pull these]." However, she has left no real indication of what "these" are. Lady, I can't read your mind. Bite me.
I second that emotion.
Owen vomited all over the car last night in traffic on the way home. WORST MOMENT OF MY LYFE.
Today I got stuck behind some knucklehead on the highway who simultaneously was accelerating and depressing the brake at the same time (HOW THE FUDGE DO YOU DO THAT?)
I have heartburn.
It's like 87 in my office, my boss hates AC and it's hot as balls here in Ohio.
Here's what the cure is not. Going to Facebook. Because things like this make you want to tear your own throat out with your bare hands.
"As of page 2 this might be the most boring argument ever. It's making me long for Rape Day." - Mouse