Irritated.

I had a rather stressful day at work, and I would love -- more than anything right now -- to slap my boss, the bastard. Let's leave it at "Venus was by herself and in over her head (though not of her own doing), with absolutely no one to help her." In the end, I left work after five, when I was supposed to have left at three. I didn't have much of a break, either (I played Tetris to take my mind off of what had JUST happened, and felt sorry for myself, relatedly. But then I realized that I'm not as bad as I thought because while some people have titles, I have logic. That made me feel better).

I came home and started playing FF9 again. Died in Gizamaluke's Grotto about fifty bajillion times, and I don't even have an Ice Staff to show for it. Just got past it when my mother stole the TV from me. D:

Why did she steal the TV? Why wasn't I watching LotS? Because the freakin' RANGERS are playing tonight. This had better not happen during baseball season, or I might -- *gasp!* -- curse the Mets. *pout*

Theresa and I are complaining about that, and making jokes at current. It's pretty much the best conversation ever, so I'm gonna go back to it. Hm, it's rather turned my day around. :D

Tomorrow, since I have to work (although after today I'm considering calling myself out), I won't be able to make it to Hofstra BUT I can hit up Pratt. Yay!