Daily 4

It's just one of those days where you don't want to wake up; everything is fucked, everybody sucks. You don't really know why, but you wanna justify tearing someone's head off.

But really, there are those times you wake up and everything just annoys you way more than it should. Maybe that's just what being an adult is about.

I don't know.

It's become abundantly apparent that incompetence travels up the food chain at work, with our most glaringly idiotic supervisor enforcing her own brand of nepotism without punishment in addition to generally not knowing what the hell she's doing 90% of the time. Standing around doing nothing for two hours isn't a fun way to make a paycheck.

Maybe one day I'll actually get to do what I want for a change instead of taking orders from fools whose heads are so far up their own asses they can see sunlight. But that's what everybody wants, I guess.

I need to change up my personality a bit, but that's probably just because I have some growing up to do. It's been nearly a decade since I've been around anyone, after all.

Enough of that mopey shit.

I'm going to start using the daily 20 minutes I get to write small stories, or at least parts of stories, to help shake off the rust. Anyone can write this whiny blog garbage. I still think it would be a good idea to rewrite my /sug/ stuff, but in a legitimate format as opposed to greentext. Could be a fun exercise. Maybe one of you has a story in mind that I could do "the right way?"