My time at work lately has actually been taken up by work, and my time at home has largely been consumed by the Boy, and as a result I have had very little time for things like updating. I will do my best to fix that.
The first topic of my reinvigorated diary will be that of complaining, in which I will complain about things.
First, I will tell you that yesterday was a very very crappy day until I got home and started drinking. I was upset enough at my day and the work-engendered stress that I ended up yelling at some lady on the subway. I never even saw her face -- I was too busy bending backwards over a stereo behind me to avoid mashing my face into the metal pole in front of me -- while she was screaming at everyone to move to the center of the car so she could get on. I said something to the effect that if she could see some magical empty-space in the middle of the car she was more than welcome to take it, but there was no room. She said something about how I should not make her "come in there," presumably to do something like "kick [my] ass," to which I replied that she was more than welcome to come in here if she could fit, and if not, let go of the god damned doors already.
Also, my eye hurts and looks horrible and red. Visine is of no appreciable assistance.
I just had a two and a half hour long meeting. Lunch was served, which meant that there was a plate of sandwiches and a plate of cookies. The cookies were too far away to reach during the meeting, so I kept myself focused by looking at the cookie I was going to eat when the meeting was over. "Breathe," I told myself, "and think of the cookie." As the meeting wrapped up, I looked to one side, away from the cookie, in order to rub my burning eye. When I looked back a moment later, my cookie was gone and the guy sitting next to me was licking melty chocolate from his fingers. I never got to eat that cookie.
Also, I am sleepy and want to be at home in my bed wrapped around my boy.
Thank you. This has been a complaining entry. We now return you to your regularly scheduled...well, hell. They are all kind of complaining entries.