Slinky failed anger management class

I think that I would bloody well knock down the Pope for a damned cigarette right about now. I just had a picture of SneakyHarlot surprise me on my screen, courtesy of Buddy, who was keeping me much amused with the various looks of sheer terror and sublime bliss he wore during his wedding (my favorite was the look of utter dismay as the rain of killer rice hailed down), and admiring his wife’s killer figure, and generally being lulled into a false sense of security by the sheer number of photos, when BAM! There she was! I saw the name first, and since I had been working since 11pm, it took a while for the rest of my brain to catch up, but when the sleep-deprived fog cleared, I nearly fell off my chair, and started pounding/screaming at Buddy via MSN. Buddy, conveniently, happened to be away somewhere, then I had to run away to look for ciggies (none of course since I made sure there weren’t any, damn me!), and by the time I came back, he’d merrily confirmed the sighting, and dashed off to leave me. Sneaky!

Now I feel like I want to Godzilla all over Tokyo, and turn green and throw tanks and be really Hulk-ish, damnit!

It doesn’t help that in the past week alone, I have not slept before 2 in the morning (try 4am) thanks to the brain-melting amount of work which has insinuated itself into my formerly carefree life, and then I have someone ask me The Question, and then me and Mysterious Miss C had that very long rather depressing talk and I smoked enough to cure and dry a beluga, then today someone actually calls me up and tells me I am perfect for his case, and only I am! (I had to resist the urge to grab him and scream, “Are you insane? Are you maybe suicidal?? Run while you can!”) And of course, that phone call from The Boy, who is STILL stuck in Taiwan.

Grrrraagrrgghh.

(oh, and just in case this post sends my faithful readers into unwarranted fits of righteous indignation, Pinky, this isn't about you)

The Slinky Cat, not forgiving, never forgetting, and in future, carrying a switchblade. Just in case.