kjpepper | Want some curry? No reason... **

Meh.

Today was a bit of a wash, really. Unproductive mornings lead to completely unproductive afternoons, and here it is evening already and am I doing anything I need to be doing?

*crickets*

I did manage to get out of the house, doing a small computer related favor for Master Harley down at Primitive Leather. Soon to be no more. *sigh* I really am going to miss the existence of that place. I chatted a bit with H while I was there, asking him what the next big thing in his life was. Turns out he's working on a few books. I asked him to let me know when they come out so I can get copies.

From there I biked up Pleasant and King streets to Stop and Shop, where I picked up Wild Cherry Pepsi, orange juice, raisins and goats. (don't ask.) Also had to like leap off of my bike and into the bathroom when I got there. What the hell did I eat this morning that offended my digestion so? Jeezus. It wasn't

sundart's brunch, there wasn't anything there remotely offensive. *sigh* eh, who the hell knows.

I don't know... I've been in a sort of off mood all day, which is irritating because I'm not inclined to do much of anything because of it, or really anything to make it better. And it's getting worse. I can feel it spiraling downwards to the Bad Place. Judging by the fact that I've already managed to snap bitchily at

sundart no less than twice today, nearly managed to get hit by at least four cars running my various errands, got completely annoyed for no reason by

georgedorn's antimeme meme post (even though on some level I agree with it), I think it's probably better for all involved if I shut myself in my room with a cat or two, Heir to the Shadows, my angst, and my music, and just hide from everyone until the storm passes over. Oh and aggravate my digestive system even further by drinking that entire bottle of Pepsi and chasing it with a couple of Kahlua White Russians.

Oh yeah, speaking of Russians and contentless journal posts... anything that updates your journal for you is DODGY, especially if it involves Russian sausages. (Unless, of course, you're

harinezumi and you're updating your own journal... speaking of which - hon? Where've you been? haven't talked to you in a while... ping me next time you're on IM....)

*sigh* Seriously. I feel a lot like the little squirrel at the end of the Fatkins Diet flash thing. "Fuck them all! Now where's my waffle sundae!???? I want my waffle sundae!!! Gimme my carbs!"

Yes. Removing myself from society right now is probably a GOOD thing.

** The short short version of the explanation: the Casita was watching Forensic Files one evening and the episode concerned a girl who had poisoned her father by slipping a common chemistry class substance "which we will not reveal on this program" (aka barium acetate) into spicy food to cover the taste. The subject was a well timed quip in response.