Warning: Don't read this entry unless you want to listen to me complain.

A lot.

So it's 9.20, the dishes are finally done, my apartment smells like a combination of fish and drying laundry, and I'm apparently a bit sleep-deprived, since I'm feeling rather snappish. (snappish, adj.: ready to snap at small, trivial things) And this blog is going to be full of griping, so WATCH OUT.

First off, if I hear that freaking 'A Hundred Years to Live' song or whatever the hell it's titled ONE MORE TIME, I will seriously flip out. That's not a threat, it will happen.

**remainder of post edited because I like my job and would like to keep it**