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Today was largely very productive (at least, it has been so far; I still face a few hours of consciousness and lots of work), but something entirely random that happened today has seriously pissed me off.

A bunch of things happened today of a mildly annoying nature, but it was easy to deal with. Read on for details…

• It wasn’t having a random pimply teenaged idiot cart attendant at WalMart today tell me he hates me (I know who he is, and have several ideas why he was dumb enough to risk his job by telling me that “on the clock”). His supervisor was amused to hear this anecdote.
• It wasn’t having to fork over an extra buck (and my cash instead of a gift card) to pay the phone bill — though it is seriously annoying that I can’t pay BellSouth’s phone bill with the very Visa card they sent me as a “rebate” for signing up for service.
• It wasn’t having to switch out the songs I wanted to sing at karaoke because the damned host was so whiny/mopey that he had to belt out poetry and then put it on my shoulders to cheer the crowd back up.
• It wasn’t being awakened early by the phone ringing from telemarketers (it’s time to switch the ringers off again — sick of that brand of shit, too).

It’s something else that isn’t worth actually getting into.

I will say, though, that I’m in need of a scapegoat. And wouldn’t you know it — I have the perfect … fucking … scapegoat … for this particular brand of anger. If [censored] (don’t worry, the censorship will end soon, I promise, just as soon as I hear back from someone who’s more an “expert” on the topic than I am) thought I was nasty before, I can’t wait to unleash the full power of my frustration to demonstrate just how annoyed I am this time. If [censored] hadn’t cropped up again a little while back, I wouldn’t have this perfect scapegoat now. In a roundabout way, I’m quite glad [censored] turned up again. Now, this shit gets fun.

I’m not afraid of having to piss someone off anymore just to stand up for myself. Want to hold my feet to the fire? I bet I can stand it longer than you can.

What I love about being vague like this is how it ties into that “enemies read my blog” thing I posted a couple weeks ago … who exactly am I talking about? Who should be getting nervous? Who’s getting nervous for nothing? Hehehe. It’s fucking great.

On a completely unrelated but impressive note, the display system on my desktop croaked while I was drafting this entry. Firefox 2.0 still saved the contents of the textarea widget anyway, so my draft wasn’t lost. I’m seriously impressed by this. Great job, Firefox team!

How to Raise Your I.Q. by Eating Gifted Children
— Book title by Lewis B. Frumkes

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