Yeah you heard me. I’m here at work.
… and the Cranky-Meter is currently set to “11”
(Usually on “9” or higher, something cute and cuddly runs the risk of being seriously maimed.)
Since 3 long walks, and smoking half a pack of cigarettes isn’t working…
And I’m pretty sure a human sacrifice to appease Astaroth may be considered a social faux-pas in my cubicle (conference room is probably better)…
I think I’ll try going offline for a while.
Nobody needs to deal with this shit in cybertown…
Thank you all for allowing me a moment to vent, and amuse myself with whimsical homicidal scenarios….
(Oh, and I wouldn’t say the name of this post’s category out loud if I were you.)

