I'm ready to punch someone in the head. Hard. And then I'll laugh, and point, and say stuff like, "Hey, I just punched you in the head, hard, and now I'm laughing at you!"
And if it just so happens that it's the exact right person, I won't even feel bad about it tomorrow. (If it's just a random bystander, I might decide to apologize later on this afternoon.)
Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 6, 2006 08:46 AMSo what you are saying is that the "toast burning" fellow and the "talking to you while you are in the bathroom" fellow better watch out?
Posted by: Jordana at July 6, 2006 09:42 AMYou better believe it. But they would only be innocent bystanders caught up in my outburst of insensitivity--they are not the one whom my fists of fury crave to pummel.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 6, 2006 09:45 AMRun for your life! Save your children!! It's... it's....
Possums on the rampage!!!
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeee!
And you don't even have the excuse of a broken ankle for being Mr Crankypants.
Posted by: steevil at July 6, 2006 11:35 AMQUIT ALL THAT SCREAMING! It makes my head hurt.
And Steevil, out of sheer spite, I might go find Dr. Smith and kick him in his leg. (I would feel really bad about that, though.)
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 6, 2006 11:42 AMAll that vacation karma- blown to smithereens on the first day back... Dang!
Posted by: Nate at July 6, 2006 02:09 PMI keep thinking that I will be all calmed down pretty soon.
However, try as I might this has not happened, and therefore, I am still quite up for punching someone in the head.
I've decided it's time for a career change. I'm going to apply for the next billionaire job I see in the paper.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 6, 2006 02:22 PM