Where's the lighter fluid?

You think you know someone and then they turn around and do something so surprising that it makes you question if you ever knew them.

My life feels like a series of lines from a host of movies and songs right now, there are many, but none sum it up more than that classic Kelis tune, "I hate you so much right now." *insert scream here*

Writing is generally my release, but it's not helping at this moment. Nor is sleep, as it has been elusive most of the night. Nor is that wine and beer - poor combination I know - that I drank last night.

"I don't wanna go to work today, I'd rather stay home and play video games. I'd rather chill for real...but I gotta get up."

I find it darkly humorous that a date that will live in infamy for me personally came the day after the historical one. The irony of it all. I imagine if the mail ran on Sundays then they would have coincided.