10:39 a.m. - 2005-11-03
What is up wit dat?
The other day I woke up evil. I don’t believe in evil usually, but something happened to me while I slept that caused me to wake up in one of the worst moods I have ever been in. It took every bit of my will power (what I have anyway) to go to work and not kill anyone.
By the gods, it was an awful day! And of course everyone and their brother (okay, no one’s brother) just had to come and see me and either ask me for help on something or give me information on a new thing that the office was going to do as far as new procedures. Can we say bad timing?
You would be proud of me though. No blood was shed that day. Thought about it a lot, but I didn’t take anyone’s head off nor did I even yell. I knew that I was in a very very very very very bad mood and that it would take nothing to set me off. I tried to stay in my cube and hide so that I would not be tempted to rip the head off the next idiot to come ask me the same damn silly question I have answered a gazillion times before. I remained calm on the outside (the redhead in my head was swinging her sword around and yelling a lot) and did what I had to do to protect the people who did not even realize how close to death they came that day. Wow, boggles the mind if you stop to think about it. I betcha I could take out at least one, maybe two, before they got wise and called security. Hee hee!
Anyway, like I said before, I have no idea what happened to me while I slept. I don’t remember any dreams, but I rarely do remember anything. My spider sense seems to be trying to tell me that something is up though. I think I may be getting a visitor(s) psychically. This means that someone is fucking with me and I want to know who and why. Fucker will DIE!
I am going to have to put more wards up around the house and maybe even the bed. Just in case, ya know? I do wonder if that is what happened and who in the hell would want to do that to me. I only know of a few people who can even do that anyway and I consider them friends. Unless it is a muggle who has no idea what they are even doing. But that still brings me back to who could dislike me that much to fuck with me? If I did something to someone I am not aware of it. Hmmm…..
As for my daughter, if she wants to have xmas at her house even after I went through all those changes last year trying to get her to see why I wanted it to be at my house then so be it. I am NOT going to argue about it any more. Ain’t worth it! I will just send the presents via the mail and forget all about the fact that it is my birthday and I only want to spend it with my grandchildren alone. Fuck it! I ain’t gonna freak about it! I have had it with the whole damn thing. I just won’t do xmas.
I think I will send a letter to the newspaper and tell them that I am canceling xmas from now on. Nah, they wouldn’t care anyway the bastards!
Merry Yule y’all!
