except for you
I don't have as much as a draft as I wanted. My current creative endeavors involve Fred Phelps and Bill O'Reilley talking about homosexuals. Augh. Can't deal with another day of that. Today I must figure out my taxes. I fly back east Sunday. I didn't take care of some thing with the county assessor office. I have no idea what it's even about.
I need a better way of dealing with stress other than envisioning breaking dish wear. grrr. kill. smash. break. I have a list of people I wanted to see today, but I feel too frustrated to make polite conversation.
Maybe it's my morning coffee. I'm not good at caffeine.