Someone may indeed "go" today...

Not to be making death threats by any means, but I am rapidly losing faith in my capacity to tolerate anyone right now. Is customer service the worst job ever? It's the worst and only type of job I have ever had so my assumption is YES! Additionally, why are we not allowed to be rude to children? Specifically as children posses next to no social niceties and manners, why can we not strike the little buggars with our own words of aggression? I ought to think that a stranger lashing out at them may have a more everlasting effect than that of their pillowy soft parents.
Alack alack alack.

Woke up in something of a funk this morning. Could have been the bottle and a half of wine I drank last night. Could have been a lot of things though. You know those evenings when someone comes over and says, "I don't want to get trashed tonight" or as the case may be in this situation, "I don't want to go buckwild." That little preface to the evening never quite ends the way it's supposed to. Needless to say, I drank one and a half bottles of wine, being lucky to have stopped there and my accomplice drank his whole pint of whiskey. Oh yes, we have done far worse but we are never thanking ourselves the next day.
Upon waking I proceeded to down every bit of liquid within my vicinty, a half carton of orange juice and twenty ounces of water. It was delicious. Which is why I think that I have minimum to no hangover today. Hooray! Accomplice did not fair so well. Poor fella.
Why all the drinking other than you know, just another day? HSU sent me an official congratulatory letter saying they want my studious brain at their school in the fall! Woot. I mean, not a major accomplishment or anything, but having a path to be on feels really good for a change. A little bit frightening. I don't know how well I will fair as a poor person, but the idea I suppose is that I will be poor for a little while to supplement my education which in return will make me RICH! Maybe not rich, but I will at least be doing something I enjoy for a salary eventually instead of standing in front of a computer all day and pissing myself off wondering why every person that enters the sport shop is in one way or another brain dead. Oh my god, to not work with the general public would be the greatest reward for the poverty that I am going to endure. In the meantime, I am going to be making the absolute most of not being in poverty and load up on all the shit that is going to have to carry me for the next two years, including vacation, the last of which I will be taking for years to come.
Hesitation rears its head indeed, but I know that this is the right thing to do. Thumbs up!