I spilled wood stain all over the garage floor.
I got pissed on by my favorite Mod, the one I like the best, who called me an “ass” outside of the Pit (ain’t that against the rules?).
I got shellac all over my sneakers.
I got into an argument with my Father.
I got a letter from my HMO, telling me they ain’t gonna pay for my most expensive doctor’s visit ever.
I read a news story about how many jobs America is losing due to Globalization, and I’m so angry that my hands won’t stop shaking.
I sit here, smelling of turpentine, still finding odd spots of wood stain in my hair & on my skin, even after hours of cleaning. My head hurts. My stomach is upset. My teeth grind.
My cat has just shat in my bathtub.
And it’s started to rain.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. <thugee>Kill for the love of killing, kill for the love of Kali</thugee> Destroy All Monsters. Give the Imperial Japanese Navy a tourist brochure for Pearl Harbor. Forget the Alamo. May doormice nibble your eyeballs. Kill.