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I nearly posted my troubles onto the RPG.net trouble tickets website. "It's not RPG.net. It's ME!"

Of course, it IS rpg.net. They give me money, and I abandon them. God, what kind of bastard am I?

Least I'm not as scuzzy as that guy who did the SF gaming column. He was evil with mismatched socks & shirt.

I'm feeling torn. I want to do the responsible thing, which is continue to work in a job I grow to hate more and more with each passing day. I also want to say fuck it, do something to get me laid off, and be lazy and on EI for another few months.

I actually thought to myself "thank God my wife doesn't read this."

Which is wrong. I posted once that I never lie to her. But is not telling the whole truth some kind of virtue?

Fuck. Feel like I'm on the brink of exploding.

Heh. I'm on teh brink of a cube farm stalking (never mind, it was a badly done quote of Fight Club).

And the cat's being destructive. I liked it more when seh was a he. You could just say "Ah, we'll get him snipped and all will be well".