God, but I'm cranky

[mousme]

I'm out of sorts and don't feel like being here. Luckily right now there doesn't seem to be any calls. I can't even type properly right now: I'm typoing everything six ways to Sunday.

I am tired and cranky and I hate my clients with unprecedented vehemence. If I could I'd put them all in a big room together, turn on the showerheads and douse them liberally with gasoline, then set them on fire.

Or bury them up to their necks in the desert, smear them with honey and then unleash a colony of fire ants on them.

*cries*

There's still over an hour and a half of work left to go! *wail*

To add insult to injury, I thought I started work at 9:00, so I got here at 8:30 only to find out I started at 10:30. So there's two hours of my life I'll never get back.

The dep was closed, so no real lunch for me either.

*wanders off to be cranky elsewhere*

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I can *always* do with reassuring cuddles. :)

*cuddles Kay*