So Frustrating

Today is one of those days that I have so much pent up hostility, I feel like I may start speaking in tongues at any second.

Every single time I go to sit down to do some work or work on a new cover letter something new comes across my desk. WHY? Why you bastards? All I want is to be left alone for the next few weeks. Is that so much to ask?

I don't suppose this as anything to do with the fact that I haven't had more than two cigarettes in the past three days, could it? Naaaaah...