:: Monday, July 29, 2002 ::

"A fingernail running down the chalkboard I thought I'd left in third grade..." (Incubus)

Today seems to be Bad Mood Day at work. I enjoy my job and co-workers (I now want to pursue a career in petroleum engineering!), but some days, irritability seeps through the air ducts, and no one is immune. If neither morals nor employers existed, I would have sung to my boss this morning, "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch!" Maybe life would be brighter if we all lived in trash cans?
My personal Bad Mood is mostly over the fact that I go back to Longview in a mere 2 weeks. I am looking forward to seeing the multitudes, having a functional kitchen, and socializing at Super Wal-Mart. However, I could easily wait... say, another decade before diving into homework and tests and reading professors' minds, not to mention work-related grievances and various social ills. College would be terrific if we didn't have to be [semi-]responsible adults at the same time.
I am off to revel in my thunderstorm-y aura. I do sincerely hope that your day is lovely; if not, give me a call and "weep with those who weep."

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:: Bethany Bassett - 10:54 AM :: + ::