yesterday was lost in a pool of rage and ick. really, just a pointless day that i think i should get comped for because it was so dreary.

it started off bad and went to worse. any day that has to start with the alarm clock going off at 6:30 in the morning is gonna not be good. everyone knows that. why the ungodly hour? because i had to attend the big corporate hooha meeting that was being video conferenced. yes, the huddled masses yearning to be free congregated in the cold, dark, dank warehouse and watched the muckity mucks yuck it up all in the name of the mighty dollar.

this year-in-review/goals for 2005 meeting was so cliche that it was almost surreal.

with my attitude so nicely adjusted for the day, i went about raging against the machine and mostly the artguy. i feel bad, really i do. i know my creative compatriots look to me to be the leader and when they have nothing to do they look to me to give them something to do. it’s frustrating, because i got nothing.

so instead, i just get quiet. and that scares them because i’m only quiet when i’m sad and/or angry. it’s just a bad situation all the way around. we’ll probably all be out of work come january. which is just a whole new world of ick that i’m avoiding at the moment. because i have a short story due in a mere 30 hours and i haven’t even started.