Today, January 21st, is said to be the most depressing day of the year. Under normal circumstances, I would say that was a load of crap.
Today, I'm willing to believe it.
Overall, a crap weekend. I sent one of my patients to the ICU, only to have them die in the morning. It was even a nice patient. It's always the nice ones that die prematurely, which would explain why there are a lot of assholes running around in the world.
Every time a good person dies, an asshole gets their wings. I should cross-stitch that on a sampler or something.
I had another patient try to go down the crapper on me last night. They were not too successful in their attempt. Perhaps they were that pissed that Green Bay lost.
To cap off the weekend, some assclown ran and red light and almost t-boned me. Dumbass.
There are other reasons I am annoyed, of which I won't elaborate. Give me five more minutes and I will be over it.
Actually, I think I'm going to go to bed before the house caves in or something. Maybe that black cloud that has been following me around all weekend will move on to that crabass that lives next door. The old fart husband parked some old Ford POS in front of my house, with the a flat front tire on the lawn, and it has been sitting in that same spot for the past 3 months or so. I don't know why they couldn't park their turd in front of their house and decrease their own property value, but I'm sure the mailman is thrilled when he has to get out of his warm little truck to get to my mailbox to deliver my coupons from Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
I'm signing off for the rest of the day. Maybe my faith in the human race (or more specifically, men) will be restored when I wake up this afternoon.
But it's unlikely.