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I'm sick of only being hit on offline by guys I wouldn't date even with standards low enough to lick a snake's belly.

I'm sick of everybody in my family being singularly focused on my love life and lack thereof the same way they used to be singularly focused on my college career and lack thereof.

And most of all, I'm sick of being too fucking lazy to finish the rewrite on "Dead Men in Dark Suits" so I can get the goddamn thing published.

*seethes*

Bad mood? Why, yes ... yes, it is. *stomps off to rewrite until my eyeballs explode*

EDIT: I just knocked my keyboard off its stand. It took the computer speaker with it, which took the mouse with it, which very nearly took my DVD player with it. That the tumbling-to-the-floor of stuff didn't keep going through the apartment and out the front door into the streets until it knocked over the Washington Monument comes as far greater of a surprise than it should.

Oh, yeah, it's going to be one of those days. *sigh*

Random morning anecdote

Every time I'm acting strange around my family -- which is most of the time, really -- my mother will point out that she dropped me on my head as a baby.

It's kind of a default headdrop story, but the story goes like this. I was just at that stage when all I could really do was roll over, so it was still sort of a novelty. She put me on the changing table, turned around to get something, and turned back to find me lying on the floor, staring up at her with a snarky smile on my face, as if to say, "Smooth move, dumbass!"

Personally, I think the story would be much more interesting (and would actually count) if she'd painted a target on the floor, picked me up by the ankles, and aimed better.