Fuck you 2006!

Aaargh! Fuck you 2006! This is going to be a good fucking year whether you like it or not. Good bleeding fucking awesome year.

Needless to say, first day back at work was iffy. Performance review was even ickier. I was not aiming for rave reviews. Let's just say it's the movie of my life and the reviews are given by me, and not the critics. I do listen to reviews, but let's just say they don't determine how the play is written. However, I didn't expect that he would flat out lie about what I should do, what I have been doing, and what my work is like. I just knew it wouldn't have been rave reviews. That would be too easy. And we don't do easy now, do we?

Every time I see my books, I feel like this is a labor of love. I am wasting my money, wasting my time and just hoping for nothing.

But that would have been too easy. Great things don't come from easy.

Aaaargh! I am really trying not to cry. Where's my Chariot when I need it.