Bonhomme
Master Don Juan
Been a while, DJs.
Here's what's up:
Today I'm supposed to be going out with a real cool gal, one who has it all: terrific chemistry, bright, really cute, affectionate, fun. I should be totally psyched, BUT...
I had a day from hell. Had a court case (an appeal from a lousy half-assed judgment I got), and really got it up the ass. It was not even really an appeal -- the most ridiculous travesty of justice I'd ever witnessed, and essentially amounted to another sick-ass judge rubber-stamping the original extremely biased hearing, and acting in cahoots with an ex-tenant to help her rip me off. Even admitting the "tenant got off lucky." Then, to top it off, putting on a big act "admonishing" the deadbeat to quickly pay the paltry sum I was "awarded," which was about half what I was rightfully owed.
Anyway, I'm so full of rage that I've not been able to sleep. The only thing I want to do is pound on things. Not the frame of mind one wants to be in for a date with a gal I really like, and who seems quite crazy about me.
So what's to be done? It's 5am here, and I'm still wired with rage. The best thing I can think to do is eat a meal that will kick my usually very effiecient serotonin production into high gear, and crash until the afternoon. Or else be "sick" and cancel. In any case, I'm absolutely unable to contain the pissed-off feeling. Punching the bag, drumming, burning the judgment (after photocopying it -- I'll need it for the next appeal) -- none of that worked. BLEAAARGGHH!
Here's what's up:
Today I'm supposed to be going out with a real cool gal, one who has it all: terrific chemistry, bright, really cute, affectionate, fun. I should be totally psyched, BUT...
I had a day from hell. Had a court case (an appeal from a lousy half-assed judgment I got), and really got it up the ass. It was not even really an appeal -- the most ridiculous travesty of justice I'd ever witnessed, and essentially amounted to another sick-ass judge rubber-stamping the original extremely biased hearing, and acting in cahoots with an ex-tenant to help her rip me off. Even admitting the "tenant got off lucky." Then, to top it off, putting on a big act "admonishing" the deadbeat to quickly pay the paltry sum I was "awarded," which was about half what I was rightfully owed.
Anyway, I'm so full of rage that I've not been able to sleep. The only thing I want to do is pound on things. Not the frame of mind one wants to be in for a date with a gal I really like, and who seems quite crazy about me.
So what's to be done? It's 5am here, and I'm still wired with rage. The best thing I can think to do is eat a meal that will kick my usually very effiecient serotonin production into high gear, and crash until the afternoon. Or else be "sick" and cancel. In any case, I'm absolutely unable to contain the pissed-off feeling. Punching the bag, drumming, burning the judgment (after photocopying it -- I'll need it for the next appeal) -- none of that worked. BLEAAARGGHH!