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Well, now I'm so pissed I can't see straight.

Seriously, what the fuck is the point in voting if they're going to represent their interests instead of yours? I know the arguments, but sometimes it's really hard to hold onto my beliefs. And my temper. I really, really want to go home and do something probably very illegal if not very atrocious right now. It involves fisticuffs.

There's another issue breaking my concentration at the moment, but that has less to do with anything.

Right. Let's see if I can get some writing or something productive done this morning instead of languages.

Yep. Cross-posting still doesn't work.

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Let's try that again. Without the rage.

This? Is one of those odd kinds of awesome where you're not sure what to think except, holy shit, that's an oreo? So, holy shit, that's an oreo?

Glenn Beck, Jason Momoa, and the entirety of Congress are all on my shit list today. I won't go into detail why, I'm too tired and it will be triggering, but damn do I want to go into the Capitol building and do something very, very illegal, possibly to the tune of How Do You Like Me Now by The Heavy. With a Madcat. (Google Madcat and Battletech.) I said I was trying this without the rage, wasn't I? Damn.

I had sushi today! There is woe because they no longer offer that awesome two rolls and a soup or salad deal at my favorite sushi place, but hey, sushi. I may also have to call down to the Indian place and ask if you can get a takeout container for the lunch buffet, too. For those days when nothing but curry will suffice.

I have finally, finally managed to drag my dumb ass back to writing and editing. Two scenes done! And I should really make a scene counter so I can tell what progress I've made in the damn thing, and then I need to finish the other two stories, which, maybe some of that tonight. Bloody writing schedule on bloody LJ only, but. Finish that, get Underground smashed into shape, other stuff. I am DEFINITELY not doing anything but visiting the Guitar Mama this weekend (apparently it's Mama like the Spanish, not Momma like the colloquial English) at which point I may pick up a capo and shoulder strap. And picks I can chew so I stop chewing on my TSO ones.

I have Ghost Story to read tonight, and then I will make it a point to read the Middle Kingdoms books by Diane Duane (read! poke her! tell her you like them if you do!) and then, if cruelest_month wants, Song of Ice and Fire. There may be sporking. I hear both good and bad things about that series, so I'm not sure yet if I'm going to roll my eyes and throw the book across the room or if I'm going to enjoy it or somewhere between the two. I'm fairly wary.

There. That's less rage.