A Tourrette's Moment

I feel like I want to be the meanest, nastiest  bitch WItch that ever existed. Everything is making me so angry right now! My smoking co-worker won't stop wheezing and hacking, the mushrooms for my salad are spoiled, the office is either too cold or too hot, it's 1 degre outside, people in Denver don't kinow how to drive on ice and snow thus resulting in what should have been a 8 minute drive to an hour long drive to work! And my iPod isn't working in my car, so I had to listen to three DJs banter on about something I didn't care about.


:deep inhale:

:exhale:

This is a recipe for emotional breakdown. I just can't leave the office. I just want to crawl into a cave, curl into a fetal position, and suck my thumb. Or kick something. Or hit something. Scream. I want to torture something. I want to call a random 800 number and tell the customer service rep exactly what I think about their services even though I have no clue what they are.

But I can tell you this...I don't want a smoke. That's the farthest from my mind. And the fact that the addiction still exists is another recipe to the ticking bomb....

Thanks for letting me vent guys. It's just a demon moment. It'll pass. Good thing I don't have access to "the" red button, or Iraq would have been blown off the map by now.