Sunday, July 31, 2011


For some reason I am angry this morning. I really don't quite know why. I'm on the train going to work. Transit has been fine, everything is on time.

Yet everything I see I hate. It is overcast and damp and chilly. A lady on the train put on some foul smelling lotion on her hands. But I was hating her before that.

Maybe it's just the fact I have to go to work at all that pisses me off. I usually just clamp my lips shut when I feel like this, or pick some one thing to rant about. But that wouldn't be honest. The anger was with me from the time I woke up.

So why write about it here? Why not?

All I want right now is to go up on a mountain alone and scream until I can't scream any more. Instead I'm going to work where I will pretend I'm fine.

Have a nice day.

Larry Devich
"It's not denial. I'm just very selective about what I accept as reality." Calvin ("Calvin and Hobbes")

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