Well, it’s been pretty sucktacular around here lately.
I feel like I’m getting sick, and I can’t seem to bring this big writing project to a satisfying conclusion and writing all the time is murder on my neck and shoulders and is keeping me from blogging, and I don’t think therapy is helpful and it’s really far away, and my oldest cat is apparently demented and is having a hard time remembering where it is and is not okay to take a crap and I just want to put a cork in his butt when I leave the house.
And I have horrible cramps and no energy and tons of stupid grading to do and I hate everybody, so waaaaah.
It’s not that things are The Worst Evah, I’m just in a mood. I was up late, tossing and turning over what the FFT should be for today (among other things, like “I curse thee, uterus!”), but I couldn’t come up with anything “fun,” so I decided to embrace my inner crab and make this a Fuss Thread.
So: gripe away! Piss-and-moan, bellyache, stew, grumble, grouse, or kvetch. What’s got your knickers in a twist? Bonus points for hyperbole and exceptional petulance, or creative profanity!
If everything’s coming up roses, you can always complain about what a bunch of fucking whiners we are. Or you can tell jokes and chuck the rest of us on the chin like a smug jerk, ya smug jerk.
I’m going to crawl back in my hole now.