I wish I had an elsewhere to be…

Yeah. My turn for funk. Manage to finally read myself sleepy at about 2:15 am, only to hear “Mr. I Have to Get Up Early Tomorrow” coming to bed at 3:45 or so, turning on the fan, and passing into dreamland rather quickly, as I lay there staring at the ceiling until I realize I’m freezing to death with the fan on. So awake, and what’s worse, making myself more awake with the anger caused by thinking about exactly how little sleep I’ve been able to get lately. So angry, which, you’d think would make me warmer, but instead I’m still freezing to death, which is, of course, just pissing me off more. In fact, just thinking about it now is pissing me off again. Should have stayed home… oh, but wait.. Comsuck has dis-fucking-connected the ftp access to master since, well, our official work at home person has resigned, and of course, every fucking customer on the planet apparently called yesterday to let us know they were leaving us unless their shit got done. And of course, “Mr. Really Could Have Helped Me Out – Churchill” decided since I got to work from home, he wasn’t going to talk to me all day — hence he wouldn’t help me by uploading any graphics for me…. So, looks like I have no choice but to sit right here, inside the fucking firewall, and plod through this waste-deep pile of crap rewords. No time for breakfast, no brain function enough to even grab a damn meal replacement bar, so now I get to look forward to whatever lunch I can scrounge… probably a whopping side salad… from Baileys. Anyway, so that’s how tired and pissed off I am… can’t even bother with breaking up paragraphs.