Earlier this evening, I entertained thoughts of breaking glass, destroying product, and quitting my job in a fiery hail of...something. I'm extremely tired and I have been all day. My neck is killing me for reasons I can't explain and don't know how to fix, despite the fact I've had this particular affliction before. I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to work tomorrow. And if I can't work, my ass is going to be on the line. Of course, if I don't get the rest of my fucking vacation, I may not be long for this job anyway. If I lose this job...I don't know what the fuck I'll do. Buy a cheaper car, perhaps, forget about the license concept and just take the fuck off. Then, perhaps, everyone would be happy, eh? Those who keep me around for their own reasons could do without, those who despise me might come to the pleasant realisation that I'm nowhere to be found and those few that are fond of me...well, they'd get over it. Probably within a matter of hours.

Hm. I'm almost starting to like the sound of this. Unfortunately, I'm in too much fucking PAIN to even enjoy a thought. Jesus...three more fucking days until I can re-apply for my goddamned benefits ('ssuming I still have a job).

I'd like to state for the record, now, that I currently hate everyone I know. Yes, even you. I may feel differently in 12 hours, but right now, I hate every single fucking one of you. In one way or another, every single one of you has contributed to my state of mind right now and I hope you all burn for it.

see you in hell. eventually.