Apparently I've managed to alienate at least three people I care about this week... and it's only the hump.
Either I snap out of this deadly lockdown of the spirit or somebody should just SHOOT me like the dirty dawg I am.
That is all.
UPDATE: I literally just found a banana slug in my bathroom... yes, another one. Staring at me from the paperback shelf across from the toilet. Which just BEGS the question -- kindred spirits?
I should point out that this isn't a guilt trip, it's a self pity party. If you're going to slap me upside the head, do it correctly, 'kay?