National I Hate Everything Day

My Internet connection keeps dropping out.

My phone stops working intermittently because the phone company is doing upgrades to our line.

My two-month old bike's bottom bracket needed to be repacked, so I was without my bike for a few days.

I have my bike back but the wind gusts are up to 30 mph. And tomorrow will be more of the same. Rain for the three days after that and temps barely touching 60. Come on. That sucks.

I have a project that is insanely late. Insanely. And it is requiring more work than I should be spending on it. However, I have about an hour or two a day that I can work on it. Why? Because the client has me running in all sorts of directions doing crap that that really isn't important and, honestly, someone else should be doing.

Worse, the project itself seems to defy order. It keeps moving toward chaos. I'm trying to organize it, make a book out of it. But it seems for every figure or table I stabilize, three disappear or the author forgets where he found them or can't even explain his concept. I think I shall rename it Entropy.

My laptop's power chord plug is crapping out. As is its wireless card. Hooray. Love it.

I keep getting collect calls from a local prison to my cell phone. Why? Scam I suppose. Jerks.

Even traditional technology isn't working for me. I'm doing work (see above on the project from hell) that involves pencils. And damn if I can't get one sharp enough or not breaking. Right now all of my pencils look like I stole them from a miniature golf course.

I'm writing this in Word with the hopes of some day posting it. Why cant' I post it? Because, of course, Blogger keeps failing. Ha ha ha. Oh, Universe. Why not just make my hair fall out and have me grow breasts while you're at it?

Happy I Hate Everything Day. I hope it finds you as happy as it finds me. Pray that no solicitors come to the door today or you may read a news report of a man pinned to the ground with mini-pencils and covered with the remnants of a crappy manuscript that apparently never wants to be a book.

Song of the Day:
Spizzenergi – Where's Captain Kirk?