Why Karmic?

Don't you just feel sometimes, like karma is winning, and being a jerk about it? A karmic ass-kicking, or karmic bitch-slap, if you will? Well, I'm dubbing my reaction to this a karmic conniption fit. No, it's not going to change anything, but it will make me feel better! Everyone needs to yell and scream and flail about now and then. If you do this for real, you tend to get some strange looks, and quite possibly asked to leave the premises and never return. Not that I'd know from experience or anything... So, instead, I'll limit my conniption fits to the online world, where I can get away with anonymous hissy fits much more easily! (let it be noted that anonymity is key, I've been dooced before and have no intention of being that stupid ever again)

Being sick sucks.

I'm home from work, sick, in bed, coughing my brains out, stuffed up and mopey. And most of all BORED. So I'm re-starting a habit I kicked years ago - ranting online about the crazy mess of thoughts in my head. So here goes... craziness to ensue, you've been warned!