I had a terrible night last night, and this morning isn’t going to win any prizes, either. Allergies, allergies! These attacks always seem to happen on the weekend. *Sigh*
I dassn’t go to the nursing home today: they might not let me back out. I’m trying to post a hymn and Patty is reading me news stories about more two-legged cockroaches who despise America but don’t have the courtesy to pack up and leave. And a Global Warming-happy atheist was moved to check in with some blasphemy. I had to dump him into the trash bucket. I don’t know why they bother. Something to do with inborn inferiority, I guess.
So I feel sick and I feel angry and I’d been hoping for a nice mellow weekend–although I must say the adrenalin rush from getting deeply cheesed off seems to have done me a little bit of good. I’m sorry, but sometimes these leftid schmendricks try my patience most grievously.
Maybe a nice cigar will calm me down.