Who ever thought that every last drop of enjoyment could be sucked from my life just by a half-wit with a mouth full of gum, and no notion of proper office behavior? I actually had to cut my workout short today, because I was afraid to stay in the same room with her. I was beginning to entertain dark and bloody notions--mainly about the sheer joy it would bring me if I stuck her head in the weight machine and smashed her fucking jaw to a bloody pulp.
Actually, I wouldn't be able to do it--with the exercise that jaw gets, she could probably bite a Buick in half.
GYM REPORT:27 minutes
1.51 miles
195 calories
I got a bonus today, and it doesn't even cheer me up, because it's a piddly little, slap-in-the-face thing, and won't be worth shit by the time Uncle Bushie bites off his chunk.
I'm in a really lousy mood today--big shock. What--on a Tuesday? On the Ides of March? (Historically in my own life, a much worse day than any old Friday the 13th.)I wonder what it would feel like to get home from work, and find a nice dinner made and waiting, chocolate chip cookies baked and waiting, my place for dinner already set, my clothes washed, my house cleaned up, and a loving note from my significant other?
Obviously, I'm guessing that it feels pretty good, which is why I make that happen for Spouse. But it is still only a guess, because nobody has ever done that for me.
Just as well, probably. Thanks to my mother, I'd be feeling too guilty to enjoy it.
OHHHH...Hell. I think I'll just make dinner (spaghetti w/ Italian sausage & red sauce, tossed salad, garlic toast), feed THGFH, clean up the kitchen, and go to bed.
Reading: "The Best American Mystery Stories 2001", edited by Lawrence Block and Otto Penzler. Also, �Citizen Girl�, by Emma McLaughlin & Nicola Kraus. I gave up. It bored me.
Listening: XM Satellite Radio, "70's on 7", until they start playing anything by a Jackson or Jacksons.
Beading: HAH!