Ancodia who?

I know; I suck. I have meant to blog something for a few days now, and have just been too busy to finish anything I started; I usually do a post as I am typing something else, but this week has been unrelenting—I really have not had the time to do more than a few sentences before I get stuck working on something for six hours...I need sunlight. Sheesh. I had one started about a really weird dream I had, and I will get that up, maybe, eventually. Other stuff I am just sticking below:

Sunday was a bust as far as cat-catching goes. Thankfully, because it was so overcast, it worked out such that I hadn’t drugged her when it started raining like a bitch, and we gave up for the day. Damn it. So, for about an hour, it went like this:

I said, ‘Mehitabel’; she said ‘Wot?’ I said, ‘Mehitabel’; she said ‘Wot?’
I said, ‘Mehitabel’; she said ‘Wot?’ I said, ‘Mehitabel’; she said ‘Now wot you want?’

Yeah.

So I came home and was pretending to work for a little bit (I just love doing that; I am *so* easy to fool!), and then this person asked me if I wanted to do the dinner-and-movie thing, and we negotiated it down to dinner at this tiny place around the corner because I became annoyed that all my suggestions were being overlooked. I should have been hospitable and offered to make dinner, but I just didn’t feel like it, especially after all my suggestions were being ignored. Which is more my fault than anything else, because I was not, in fairness, communicating well, in that I wasn’t offering specific suggestions. I do that sometimes. But it was annoying. But I am letting it go.

On Friday, I had to write one of the nastiest emails I have ever written (and hit ‘reply all’, so that everyone received it) to a work-friend after they sent a link (as a blind-link forwarded email entitled only, ‘CHECK THIS OUT!’ which I was retarded enough to click) to some of the vilest crap I have ever read, and I consider myself to be a pretty liberal audience. This person hasn’t replied yet (though I have gotten other replies, all in agreement, including one person who thanked me for warning them not to read it, except for one person who made a really—in my opinion—misguided attempt to tell me to not censor other people…humph), and I had today off from Job II, so I guess I will hear about my email tomorrow. I’m not as revolted today as I was on Friday (and Saturday, but they were off Saturday), but I still think that I have every right to be offended; I really, honestly deeply resent this person inflicting this on me (and the other people to whom it was also forwarded), and I am still going to tell them this in person. I want it out of my head, and those ten minutes of my life back. Asshole. See? Now I am getting all fired-up again, but honest to fig newtons, after reading that shit I feel like I could drink a gallon of Listerine then jump into a pool of bleach and scrub myself with steel wool and Ajax for a week and still feel disgustingly dirty. Ugh. The moral of this is to be responsible in what you inflict on others; that’s why I would not link to it here. I mean, I am sure that I have gone overboard at times, and I probably will again, and again after that…but if it is ever something that bad, well…it was unintentional. I don’t think I have ever mentally assaulted someone like that. Grr.

I am actually going to get to sleep early tonight and try to forget about this shit. Again.

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