The Homicidal Urges

I tried to turn over a new leaf this morning. So I got up very early.

I took a shower, even had breakfast quickly, and was out of the house by 20 past 7.

I was confronted by a wall of traffic - and I mean a fucking WALL - about halfway there. That good ol' turn onto the Chandler Highway...what the fuck is with that goddamned road? A series of twists and turns lengthened my journey by only 5 or so minutes, but my god it put me in a foul mood.

I got to work at 8.

And since then I've been sitting here, brain dead at my computer, staring blearily at the screen and sipping (and grimacing) at the worst coffee I've had in a long time.

I don't think this early morning crap is for me.

Again I'm in the lab and I can hear the frigging birds chirping at false dawn.

My kingdom for a nuclear-powered explosive device...

Well, I'm back peoples. Didn't everyone just miss me?

Bah.

I hate Queensland. There is nothing worth seeing in Queensland. A certain person whom I would like to eviscerate lives in Queensland. If I ever rule the world, I'm nuking Queensland out of existence. After I've eviscerated said person.

Anyway, time to start work. Of course it is. It's stupid-o'clock, after all.

But before I do....

FUCKTARD/S OF THE DAY

All the Italian fans hooning around at 7.30 in the freaking morning honking their horns and celebrating. Hello, you wankers. You did not just have sex in public, you won (or at least, other, much more talented people won) a soccer contest. Get the hell over it. If I want to cross the road at my own leisure, I will do so. I hope you're drunk to the eyeballs and that there's a nice tree with your name on it somewhere.

Bah.

To all of my friends at the pub tonight...

I HOPE THE HANGOVER FUCKING HURTS TOMORROW!

There. That's what you get for me being in the lab working while you bastards get happily soused.

Yours faithfully,

clappamungus

Time to go earn money...

Tell me if anything interesting happens out there in the real world, will ya?