Okay, so work was better today - thank G*d and Everyone Else. No near-breakdowns or anything.
Get home from work and pull the laundry together so it can get done. Well, as much laundry as can be done, with as many quarters as I have!! Anything to get me out of my current Gothchild-look rut, please! (In other words, all I've been wearing this week is all black. Fa-la-la-fuckin'-la or something. smirk)
That's all fine, well & dandy. Then, I sit down to start futsing around on the computer, and find myself dropping F-bombs at every turn, for no reason. I'm not mad (well, I have no reason to be mad) or anything, so I don't know why I'd suddenly start saying "fuck" as every other word, as though I were an Osbourne, George Carlin or Anthony Keidis or something.
I'm just in an odd mood tonight - one reason I like living alone: I don't risk inflicting my mood swings on another person.