keeping it down

I tend to be pretty sour-humored this time of the month, get extremely strung out on just a little too much caffeine, and have learned to loathe Thursdays in general. So on a Thursday at this time of the month, after my standard Starbucks chai latte in the morning supplemented with a double-bagged grande cup of Tazo Awake tea at lunch, any coherence or wit I might normally possess gives way to depressive panic and a semi-insatiable craving for Nine Inch Nails songs. Nasty Nine Inch Nails songs at that, along with which I'd gladly be screaming at the top of my lungs if we didn't live in such a densely-populated apartment building.

I am just not in a state right now where I should be saying things in public, particularly things that get documented in sempiternam in the Google cache even once I think I've gone back and prudently deleted them. Anything that goes live on Sua Sponte, I've learned, is a story I'll have to stick to. Virtual promissory estoppel. &c.

I am full of rants right now, many if not all of which are on issues that will likely cause me to merely shrug and laugh as early as next week. Rather than post these, I think instead I'll have a few shots of grappa and do my best to fall asleep.

thus spake /jca @ September 12, 2002 10:09 PM