verbicide | straight out from underneath

Every once in awhile I find myself worked up into a lather about some unsolvable problem. What's the worst thing about unsolvable problems? Yeah. There's no fucking solution. I hate that. I'm not a patient person and I don't like to have to wait and see how things will work out. I want to charge ahead and just fix it already. Waiting? Sucks.

I can generally hoist myself out of a bad mood with good company and sheer stubbornness, but sometimes I just want to wallow. Today is such a day. I don't feel like putting a good face on things. I don't feel like shaking myself out of it.

I just want to be pissy.

Which means I don't particularly want to subject others to my gloom. So not going to the party tonight. Chinese food has been ordered. Stack of dvds ready. Will go make pitcher of Crystal Light as forgot to buy diet pepsi (wah!).

Hobbes understands this. What I find so funny about him is that when I'm like this, he refuses to leave me alone. To various degrees of in-my-face-ness, he glues himself to my side and remains my (generally) unobtrusive companion. He's currently sacked out to my right, giving me the occasional swat with his tail, just reminding me that he's here and he's not going anywhere. It's remarkable how much comfort can be found through a creature that simply insists on napping in whichever room you decide to be in.