My day

I come in from work. I'm tired, my feet have the faint sweaty odor that can only come from trekking back and forth in clunky Sketchers, and I'm slightly cranky because my brain seems to have been functioning at quarter power for the last couple of days. I want to get on the 'net to waste some time before my brothers come and beg to use my PC when I see the DSL is still not working (it's been out since around 11 this morning). Ring ring ring, call up Verizon, talk to nice tech support guy. Try to figure out what problem is, see that neither Internet Explorer or Netscape are currently functioning properly on my PC. Pissed, know reason why both are wiggy. Hang up from uber-patient guy with problem still unsolved, but figure out what to do (lots of deleting and Spybot runs later) and two hours after coming in finally have stuff up and running. So why am I still pissed the hell off??

Gawd. So fucking blah it isn't even funny. I would throw things and scream out of frustration, but I don't know what the hell I'm frustrated ABOUT. There's the usual job hatred, and the usual familial loathing/love combo that just about drives me batshit, and...I don't know. There has to be more. I must have reached critical mass somewhere along the line.

Argh.