It's just 10 a.m., and it's already turning into an
awful day. Aside from having to get up at the usual
ungodly hour, I wasn't able to check my
e-mail this
morning -- the
computer at
home will no longer allow me
online. Of course, my
ISP will have no
idea what's wrong and will insist that it's not their
fault -- which may be
true, as I've come to
distrust my
modem.
But then Things Got Worse. When I turned on my
work computer, I soon discovered that an
online magazine I
subscribe to has published an
article I wrote. Unfortunately, it's an
extremely poorly-written article -- I wrote it mainly to ask the
editor if I was using the right
format. So now, my only publishing credit is a piece of crap. Does a world of
good for my
self-esteem, it does.
Then to close out the day, I got in a
pointless online brawl with
dannye. I didn't like his
politics; he didn't like my politics. I
pissed him off for
no good reason. I wish I'd been
sober, so I could've kept my
common sense about me.
Actually, I've been a
pill all day long.
Apologies to anyone inconvenienced.