The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Oh look, the Insomnia's back. I wonder why?

 

Probably because you made it a proper noun.

As if it might wear a top hat and taunt you.

 

My head hurts. A lot.

 

I should have posted this in my now locked thread called Zero Hour !

 

I so want to have just ONE normal weekend. For the first time in a year and a half. No more of this graveyard weekend shifts shit.

 

Normal is being tired when you get home saturday and sunday morning, and so looking forward to going back to work later that evening. Finding this mythical "weekend" involving both saturday and sunday is something I would love to do, just the thought of sleeping at night on a regular basis sounds exciting.

 

I did not sleep last night, that never happens to me.
Plus I knew that tax money won't all get spent on me.
Haha damn refrigerator went today!!!!!!

 

I am not a fucking failure.

 

fuck that business, lady.

 

No you are not. Soon others will realize that. This may be tough, but you're tougher.

 

No fucking way.

 

Today was a really bad day at the range. Performance was straight-up Napoleon Dynamite. I wasn't in the zone. Or near the zone.

Or within 500 nautical miles of the zone. Hell, I couldn't see the zone from space.​

I know that we have bad days so we can have good ones but I'm guessing there won't be a total rock star day in the near future to compensate for today's hot mess.

I'm just glad that I got that shit out of my system today instead of at a match.​

 

I am dying. Fever, chills, headache.

It was nice knowing you... Well, most of you.

 

Fever, chills, headache typifies nearly every affliction known to mankind.
You'll have to better than that, peapod.

 

"Technically proficient but with the bedside manner of an undertaker."

One of those: You know how I know you're a mom?

 

I'll admit that technique wasn't included in our therapeutic communication lecture.

 

Damn it, Monday strikes again!

 

It was sprinkling as I left to walk a friend's dog, raining as the snufflupagus tried to pee, sprinkling as I walked into the gym, deluge as I ran out of the gym to my car through a 6" deep puddle, soaking my Mizunos, sprinkling again as I ran in and out of publix, and freaking pouring as I sit in my car waiting to haul 25lbs of carrots out and into the house. My feet are soaked and I'm sweaty, tired, and totally clammy. YUCK.

 

6 inches of snow forecast for tomorrow.