Do you ever have those days when your fuse is short, your patience is thinner than a sheet of tracing paper, the world is conspiring against you, and your fingers are numb from taking it all out on your keyboard? Have you ever arrived at this point without knowing why you need catharsis more than Pat Robertson stuck at a gay pride rally?
Deep, cleansing breath,
(If pressed, the author will not be able to translate the last line of this entry. He’s currently suffering from too much exposure to “Da Ali G Show.”)