Well I've dropped back into Anger mode. Not sure why, exactly, but it's pretty evident. She's pestering me with e-mails and instead of ignoring them all I've chosen to be fairly snotty in a couple replies. Lashing out, really. Bugger. Doing my Cool Hand Luke thing, taunting the bosses just because I can, just because I'm a natchal-born sonovab*tch.
You run one time, you got yourself a set of chains. You run twice you got yourself two sets. You ain't gonna need no third set, 'cause you gonna get your mind right.
Get me a set of chains, sit down and do some reading -- sweating small stuff and dancing connections and holding onto nuts and the like -- and see if I can get back in the "darkly" groove.
