I've been thinking a lot about anger today, and boy am I full of it. FULL OF IT. I wonder how I can alleviate it best, without killing anyone? :-)

Again, I'm drinking. I'm bad. I don't care. I need the respite. Without the warmth of the alcohol oozing down my throat, I'd surely throw myself on the floor and wail like a two-year old child. Only my co-workers understand the frustration I feel at the end of each day. HELL, I feel it as I ride up the elevator toward cubicle heaven. I love the job ... the people are awesome, the camaraderie is bar none, the benefits ROCK, but I can't seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And today, I felt like a total dumbass. You'd swear I was Corky from Life Goes On most of the day. "Um, what do I do now?" "Um, what's a direct reprint?" "Um, what color is the wind?" It was ridiculous.

Thank GOD for whiskey.

Cocktail, anyone?

Had a fun weekend.

And now it's Monday.

I love my job, but I'm not feeling it today. I'm not feeling much of anything or anyone today, honestly. I have a serious case of the "Monday blahs." Perhaps they'll fade away (much like the career of Taylor Dayne) as the day progresses. Lord knows I've got enough to do, workwise, to get my mind off this silly little ennui. I have many revisions I need to nail down and get processed. I have many contacts on which I need to follow up. I have many cups of coffee to drink.

For some reason, I've been thinking a lot about the movie Donnie Darko lately. It's a pretty fucked up little film, truthfully, but there's something about it that draws me in and fascinates me. I wish that time travel manual really existed. Boy howdy -- that'd be fun to have sometimes. Yes indeed.