Attention Alliance:

FUCKING.

STOP.

TURTLING.

WSG.

YOU LOST. YOU WILL NOT RECOVER FROM 2-0. DEAL WITH IT. LOSE GRACEFULLY. TRY TO MAKE AN EFFORT TO THE ACTUAL GOALS OF THE BG.

Attention Horde:

"lol just keep killing"

IS THE STUPIDEST PLAN EVER.

THERE IS A REASON THE TWO PEOPLE WHO WERE ACTUALLY ATTEMPTING TO CAPTURE THE FLAG /afkED OUT.

L2KNOWTHEGODDAMNOBJECTIVEOFTHEBGKAITHANXBAI.


::sigh:: Why are there only, like, eight competent people in all of WoW?

Nothing to see here, move along.

I'm a fighter. I can't help it. That doesn't necessarily mean I like it, of couse. But it just doesn't seem to be in my nature to simply lie down and die. I'm easy to make into a bad guy for the most specious of reasons. I can't rest easily unless I at least let my side be heard.

Really, between just taking abuse and fighting it, I can't win either way.

For those of you who knew about my sore throat thing, I did in fact ask the PA here at the hospital to give it a look. She decreed it nothing more serious than a mild cold with post-nasal drip, so you needn't worry on that score.

Incidentally, I hate people who think that they're better than other people because they have a fancy title, and feel it's okay to yell at people for accurate descriptions of their behaviors just because THEY don't like owning up to how they are. I guess people in a hospital setting tend to have that sort of attitude, but I've never had it with any of the docs I know, or most of the nurses. The people who I don't work with on a day to day basis are the ones who act like that.

But that's no surprise. Anonymity breeds stupidity. God, I HATE people. Scour the world, I say. Scour the world.


I work 12 hours today, tomorrow, and Saturday, and 8 hours on Sunday. After that... a blissful week of vacation. Between the stresses at work, and the even worse stresses at home, I need it. Assuming I survive to it, of course!

So, my car is having problems. I went to the Jiffy Lube on the 30th; had them look at the muffler while they were changing the oil and flushing the radiator. They told me the muffler's broken at the tailpipe.

That would explain the extremely loud engine. And the rattling from the muffler when I go over bumps.

Today my AC quit on me, and my engine began belching steam. I popped the hood once I got to where I park from work...

Evidently Jiffy Lube forgot to plug a hose in. Or something similar. So now I have to take it BACK tomorrow, presuming it survives the trip home, and to Monroeville.

My muffler, of course, is still broken.

Sigh.

Humanity is NOT endearing itself to me today.

This day was going so well! But now I have to work 8 hours with the least competent and most obnoxious of all my co-workers. Dammit.

Not a good day, in work, life, or existence.

Not good at all.

So far, 2005 has brought me:

Several arguments and fights with loved ones.
The news that my mother is suffering from a rare disease which could cause her to go blind, and will require steroid treatments for the next two years -- with more testing to be done to see how much worse it is.
Continuing lack of income from my job at Kaufmann's, due to a continuing lack of hours.
One expression of interest in a job which looks headed towards the same lack-of-contact death as most of my other attempts at employment have resulted in.
Failure of the only possible Christmas miracle I could have hoped for.

In short, three days in and the year hasn't delivered one damn good thing yet. Not a good omen.

The New Year can fucking go to hell.

I don't WANT to go to bed at 11. I don't WANT to get up at five. I don't WANT to spend two hours on a bus.

God.