R and R

No, not rest and relaxation; the other "R & R"...y'know, "Rage and Reflux".  Yeah, I got both. In Spades.  Oh sure, I know it's a new year (2006, by the way) and I'm supposed to be all happy and whatnot.  But have you noticed I haven't been "wiaring"? [ed note: "wiary" = web diary, it's 2006 and we'll make this term stick; I hate the word "blog"]  Yeah, no writing because everything SUCKS ASS right now. 

Pshew, thank goodness I got all the histrionics out of the way!  Well, nothing much going on here, really...except for that ass sucking business....not a good thing, really.  Oh yeah, I did embarass myself in the elevator today, that's a fun topic I'm sure you are all dying to hear about.  Some woman held the door of the elevator for me, I said "Thank You" and she said "mumblemumblemumble"; which I thought meant "Which floor would you like?" so I answered "Third floor please" (yes, I AM polite).  She hit the button...but not happily.  And then I realized she had said "Yer welcome"...oh...right ....but through this misunderstanding, I had subsequently forced her into servitude, seeming as if I could not sully my hands by touching the buttons myself.  Then I spent the agonizing five floor trip in silence, not wanting to break the "elevator code of silence" and make her think I'm crazier than I am.   Well, it SEEMED embarrassing at the time, okay.  No, I am NOT overthinking things....leave me alone.  I'm sleep deprived (do you see why I haven't blogged in a while?).