Eat My Cat

I feel like screaming.

My two guilty pleasures are Britney Spears and Steve Wilkos.  (I know).

Anyways, today was not really a good day.  On the flip side, had it actually been a good day, I would not currently be feeling as disgruntled and dismayed and disillusioned and frustrated and perplexed as I feel and would not be blindly pounding the keys of my keyboard; my fingertips like tiny fists.

Somewhat aware that the only two numb feelings I have left are fear and exhaustion.

I think I might've lost my job today over telling someone who doesn't know where they live is called Cancer Alley in college textbooks that knowing what a power supply cord is has absolutely nothing to do with computers and everything to do with common sense.  That we plug things in every day - don't we?--toasters, hairdryers, etc.  No ma'am, it's impossible for a battery to last on its own for slightly over a year within that piece of machinery...

...but I'm about to eat a bunch of good food so I guess the whole lot of ya can eat me.