Mood Killers 101

[serinde]

Coming home with just the faintest hint of a buzz on (one glass of plum wine and two shots of weak sake aren't enough to make even me toasty) and thinking hanky-panky thoughts, but then your beloved spouse goes up to the computer room to check email and starts excitedly reading you excerpts from a freshly-stated list of Kerry's positions on various topics dear to his heart. This is the psycho-sexual equivalent of what I conjecture having a bucket of ice water poured on your cock must be like for guys.

I am excited about the upcoming elections, but not THAT kind of excited. Thank you, and good night.

Today does not seem to be terribly promising, either. Joe helpfully points out that Mercury is retrograde again, and though I am not particularly on the astrology train, it's wacky how often that seems to coincide with general cursedness. And there's plenty of that. The dialup-to-shell prompts are going to change next week, and I've got to bang out a document outlining the differences that we can point the panicked oldsters and visually-impaired users to. A certain party keeps fuckin' well recommending fetchmail to people, even though it is Considered, if not Harmful, at least Annoying by tech-staff. And other stuff I'm too weary to enumerate.

Extra bonus non-points: Mom's coming up for the weekend. This is not actually cursed, but obviously it crimps my style more'n a bit. On the other hand, it will be fun when she sees my tattoo. It's been awhile since I had a reasonable chance at wigging her out.

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This is the psycho-sexual equivalent of what I conjecture having a bucket of ice water poured on your cock must be like for guys.


Try having one of the kids wake with a nightmare in the middle of your fun ....