November 21st, 2007

amd: red pow wow

wayback wedneday: shutup!shutup!shutup!shutup!shutup!shutup!shutup!

I didn't think I was hungover until the read/writing of computer's harddrive became unbearably loud to me. And now two women talking about their children a couple cubicles away sound like they're shouting. Possibly they actually are shouting. I think parents of small children sometimes forget how to properly modulate their voices.

Apparently, it's important to me that I shift the blame for how I'm feeling onto innocent mothers rather than blaming my own sweet self or those darling little rum-and-gingers from last night.