today sucked. i'm pretty sure the UPS driver caught me cursing at a stack of boxes i was sliding across the floor. i realize how insane this made me look. i had twice the amount of work that i normally have to do on a friday due to far too many boring reasons to list here, so that didn't help matters at all. at one point some random corporate D-bag approached me, asked me if i was the person he was looking for, then asked a favor of me. can i run a report for you? how about a kick to the face instead. i'm so stressed that i'm yelling at boxes, do you really think i have time for you? really? by the time i left the crazy place and got into my sauna on wheels, the temperature gauge read 102. are you effing kidding me. cranking matt nathanson on the way home seemed to help somewhat. all the annoying school buses however did not. i then decided to start cursing at every bus that i passed and realized that i might just possible be in the middle of a nervous breakdown. i get home, say goodbye to Jen on BB8, and feel horrible for her. i still don't understand how i could have hated her from the start and then fall so hard for her a few weeks later. one of life's great mysteries i suppose. Dick makes me vomit in my mouth a tiny bit. Jameka can't survive since she's out for the next two HOHs so i really don't care who wins at this point. later this evening my cousins are due to arrive from michigan, so the weekend promises to be a crazy and uneventful one.