||[Oct. 31st, 2003|05:18 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
|||||fried (there's no icon for that)||]|
|[||what's in my ear
|||||the sound of my own wails and moans||]|
The visa situation is fixed.
The customs broker situation is fucked. It can be unfucked in any of about 17 different ways. It's just a matter of which one of them sucks least.
I hate this day. I hate this day. I hate that I had to sit in DC traffic for three hours only to come back to my office and find that I need to come up with $6500 before Monday afternoon. I hate that my company can't get it's ass together. Yes, I said ass. I hate that I have to go deal with my landlord who's being an ABSOLUTE PRICK just to get through this walkthrough and be done with it. I hate it. I hate this day.
I want sleep and books and a warm man. I want hugs and a nap and to be left alone. I want chicken tikka masala and a pint of Strongbow. I want the sunset over Skye Bridge and the way the wind sounds in Glendalough. I want this all to be over and to be back home and done. I want it to be Christmas.. because that means it'll be over.
Tomorrow I'm going to go stare at the ocean and let little rivers of stress run down my arms and into the sand and let the waves take them away with the foam.
'night. Happy Halloween