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I am frustrated.

Frustrated by the fact that I wasted my whole weekend when I could have easily been doing this stupid research. Frustrated that now I can't stretch myself any further, the research itself is fuckin' hiding. The book reviews I need are currently somewhere in the nebulous and unfriendly wilds of the WLU library website, cowering beneath abstract listings and non-searchable databases. They are tenacious cockteases.

Frustrated that I was putting my laundry away and a single black sock fell off the shelf - not once, but twice. Frustrated that I have no printer paper. Frustrated by frustrated by frustrated by the stupidest and most insignificant things in the world. Christpunchers!

And suddenly I'm calm.

I can't really say how, but I think the very process of writing everything down led me to think about what a whiny bitch I probably looked like to everyone out there in internetland. Which led to me thinking that I probably was being a whiny bitch. Which, as I can see now, I clearly was.

I was complaining about socks falling! SOCKS! And printer paper! Why didn't you motherfuckers punch me in the kidneys earlier to shut me up!?

Well, at least I'm fixed of my whinus bitchanissa symptoms. Thanks for the support and advice, guys. I couldn't have done it without you.

You know, maybe I'm onto some kind of twisted one-way psychological blog therapy with this post. Or maybe I'm bi-polar. This would be a tough multiple choice question to answer with a number 2 pencil.

Posted by Chris at 07:28 PM >> Commentations (6)