Make the happy come back...

I got really stressed today. Then I tried to take a nap. That didn't work. Then an attempt to talk it out was made. Then I became physically ill and cried a bit. Now I'm at work.

Great day.

One of those where saying very bad things would make me feel better.

The ways of the world suck. Things that HAVE to be taken care of, even though I really don't care. People who decide to slack on their jobs and make me have to deal with the subsequent stress-induced breakdown need to be kicked in the ovaries. True story.

I'm not a violent person at all. but boy, would it be fun.

That is all.