Not Dead

It's late and I still haven't made it all around the blogs like I'd wanted to. I expect to update tomorrow, but whether that's tomorrow morning or evening, I can't tell you.

I have been horribly crabby lately and I'm not sure what the matter is. I have been speaking to everyone in my "very patient" voice. You know the one. I've also been cleaning a lot to put my angry energy to better use than shouting at strangers, which turns out to be a bad idea. Not that they don't deserve it, but it actually makes me madder to say something that to just shut up about it. Seriously dude, it's a stop sign. The person in front of you has to stop at it. If you honk your horn when they do and make me jump, I will yell at you. And give you the finger. And chickie, if you decide that your cell phone conversation has to be yelled at the top of your lungs while walking down the street and you get the the big swearing finale right in front of me? I will tell you to shut up. It's 9:00 in the morning. Take your bad mood and shove it up your ass.

Anyway.