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Jun. 21st, 2005 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaExpanded Mood: Irritated beyond belief
My morning started with the knee collapsing under me at 9:05AM and pitching me head first into my steel desk. It has not improved as it has aged. Cranky would be a good start, but the word falls flat in the face of the frustrated rage that appears the moment anyone jostles me... verbally, physically, emotionally. Whatever.
I've had to reassemble the freezer door; apparently I opened it 'too hard' and the damned thing flew apart and bombarded me with frozen chicken parts.
Psychotron, the Athlon XP 2000+ system that is my gaming platform, is now on the books for a full reinstall; the entire sound subsystem simply died this morning. I'm still running diagnostics, but it's looking like a localized corruption in the OS itself.
Megan and I are at loggerheads over truly trivial things. Everything I've done to attempt to forestall an explosion has only made it worse. In the course of the argument I got hit with an 'I do all the working!' from Megan... it was followed by 'Are you telling me to pack up and leave, Miss Mouth? Yes or no, because that's sure as fuck what it's sounding like.' from me.
I need to get out of here, and I can't. There's barely enough fuel in the truck to swing the appointment with Dr Grosso later this week. Even if I had fuel, I've nothing for cigarettes, and can't even afford a single soda... which means I'm trapped here. I can't go, she WON'T go, and if she gets in my face again with her 'all the working' attitude people will be visiting me in prison.
I'm going to go find something anything to do, before I do something truly stupid.
My morning started with the knee collapsing under me at 9:05AM and pitching me head first into my steel desk. It has not improved as it has aged. Cranky would be a good start, but the word falls flat in the face of the frustrated rage that appears the moment anyone jostles me... verbally, physically, emotionally. Whatever.
I've had to reassemble the freezer door; apparently I opened it 'too hard' and the damned thing flew apart and bombarded me with frozen chicken parts.
Psychotron, the Athlon XP 2000+ system that is my gaming platform, is now on the books for a full reinstall; the entire sound subsystem simply died this morning. I'm still running diagnostics, but it's looking like a localized corruption in the OS itself.
Megan and I are at loggerheads over truly trivial things. Everything I've done to attempt to forestall an explosion has only made it worse. In the course of the argument I got hit with an 'I do all the working!' from Megan... it was followed by 'Are you telling me to pack up and leave, Miss Mouth? Yes or no, because that's sure as fuck what it's sounding like.' from me.
I need to get out of here, and I can't. There's barely enough fuel in the truck to swing the appointment with Dr Grosso later this week. Even if I had fuel, I've nothing for cigarettes, and can't even afford a single soda... which means I'm trapped here. I can't go, she WON'T go, and if she gets in my face again with her 'all the working' attitude people will be visiting me in prison.
I'm going to go find something anything to do, before I do something truly stupid.
