It sucks. Life sucks. People suck. Drop the bomb I say. Finish them all off and start all over again. Probably happened already. Just so disappointed in humanity today it could all go away and I could care less. Totally fed up and sick of it all. Really. I’m not in a bad mood, just sick of most everyone. Brushed up against a realtor and now I feel unclean. I should’ve known it was going to be a crap day. Waking up at 4:15 should’ve been the tip off, but no, I wrestled with sleep and pinned two more hours to the mat.

I woke up and I did the right thing last night by getting my coffee ready, i.e. opening the can. After that it was all downhill. Took a shower, towel in the kitchen. Small things started adding up at like 6:45. Bill was going to his parents tonight so I said that I would see him tomorrow night at Philip Beansprout’s office. As I was leaving and wishing him a good day he mentioned that tomorrow is his solo session. Something I didn’t know before. Apparently he and Philip worked it out, unbeknownst to me. Me? I had issues that I wanted to bring up and now I have to wait another week. Perhaps I will perhaps I won’t. Right now I don’t give a shit.

Before I left I checked my emails and found a comment waiting for authorization. It was from some crazed bitch reeking of god knows what, so pungent the foul odor it permeated the computer screen. I figured it was an evangelical screed post mark of the beast type of thing. Or yet another Nigerian official. No this was a whole other type of grifter. But I vaguely knew this hairy backed bowlegged no ass syphilitic parasite. Chupy Draga made 3 million not from blowing off trolls under highway overpasses, but from suing some cancerous financial institution. For who knows? I’d think it was a lack of sexual harassment.

She claims her ‘problem’ was no laughing matter, but seemed to make for an easy grift if you catch my drift. An accusation of Narcissism also was levied upon me. It was all rather funny in a car crash kind of way. The poor thing, suffering so. Her pharmacologist should really give her a call. I showed Juan the email and he couldn’t believe what a loser she is. I guess that’s how he might feel, but personally I think there are so many other words out there to describe her illicit existence. So she’ll just be a footnote, not even worth writing her name. Let’s just let her have that illusion of power, it’s probably all she has left.

It’s been that kind of day. A roller coaster, nearly literally. At work there were so many clients it was quite busy and there is a certain protocol about how things are. It really gave me an indirect glimpse into the British class system. Not all the Brits though just one or two. Snooty types. Prats I think they’re called. The funny thing is, the ones you’d think would be snotty or snooty are cool and down to earth. It’s the other two who think their shit don’t stank.

And tonight, this wasn’t homework. This was a pleasure.

It’s Tuesday. An ok day. Difficulty waking up despite the fact that my body clock had adjusted to the new job, or at least the hours I keep. I pried myself from Bill’s embrace, he doesn’t want to talk but has no problem with body language. The language he’s been speaking lately is ‘don’t get out of bed, stay with me and sleep’. It’s a language I could speak but bills have to be paid, I have people counting on me. Plus once I’m awake it’s awfully difficult for me to get back to sleep.

I shuffled off to work listening to Beggars Banquet by the Rolling Stones, a gift from my sister and her family for the holidays last year. I had to stop and vote in the primary and in order to step into the electronic voting booth I had to declare myself as a democrat. Still in my heart I maintain my independence. I have to thank Juan for filling me in on who is pro choice and who isn’t. Joe Vas is (and looks great in a suit, which is odd for a democrat), Albio Soares isn’t. Juan knows of these things from his work with Planned Parenthood or some other group like that. Yay Juan! Fighting the good fight, fighting for women’s rights. Must be a bisexual thing.

So I voted for Menendez, despite my misgivings. His support of the credit card industry and his vote for tougher bankruptcy laws really pissed me off enough for me to fire off an angry email to his office last year. Now he’s a Senator, filling in John Corzine’s seat when Corzine decided to be Governor instead. I did see Menendez in March getting bagels before he was off to Red Bank to march in their St. Patrick’s Day parade. I’m a democrat, albeit and disgruntled one.

Work was harried, lot’s of planning on my end since we have some major clients all coming in at the same time, and Felicia will be out. That leaves Linda and myself to batten down the hatches and guard the fort. Felicia let me know she has a ring on her clit. Nice, and that would be considered a little too much information. She’s a wild one that Felicia. I wonder if she’s looking for some guy with a Prince Albert. Oh the sparks that would fly.

I had a chiropractic appointment today. Actually it was yesterday and I spaced. The chiropractor called me up last night and asked if I was supposed to see her. I said, no it was tomorrow, meaning today. I couldn’t get out of it. I was feeling fine, but got into a relationship with her. Sort of like joining a record club. Sure, who wouldn’t want a dozen cd’s for a dollar? Instead of the cd’s it’s a release from pain, a pinched nerve. Once you get better, you got to keep going. Every month there will be a notice offering the new Ashlee Simpson cd or relief from a herniated disc. And if you don’t stay on top of it, then either you now own an Ashlee Simpson cd or you will have to pay for the session you missed.

Billy Preston, passed away at 59 after being in a coma since November, from kidney complications. Rest in Peace.