More Tales Of The BOIW*
My head feels like it's about to explode.
I don't think its very good for your mental and/or emotional health to be imagining causing Mortal Kombat-type violence on a person every time you see them pass by. And I can't stand the sight of blood.
But getting stabbed on the fucking back on an almost daily basis can do that to you.
Note: Yes, I fully realise that the scant updates I have put up lately are either about my rage-inducing work life or my aww-inspiring baby. Yes, I realise this will not endear me to the blog-reading masses. Yes, I realise I'm not too much with the witty/acerbic/snarky these days. Yes, I know claiming sleep-deprivation and time scarcity is a cop-out. Yes, I realise I don't have to justify myself.
But I just like doing it.
*This vile specimen, for those not in the loop.
nads went at 14:23