how was your day?

mr puddins sits on my lap, fangs bared in an all-knowing grin.... "scritch my bellie, jerk-wad," he just seeeems to say as he stares up at me and releases a lil' "mewgle" sound in my direction. "peel those grapes too while you're at it..."

Jeesh, what the f**k happend to my week, much less my day? between training a newbie, messing up 2 purchase orders from valued customers, and trying trying trying to put sales behind me and move into a new position and direction in my career... i swear to gawd i feel like this messed up kid i used to be. directionless at times, no - scratch that.. f**king lost with no light in any tunnels.

thank gawd for friends, family and maybe one or two kamikazee "beverages."

well, this world can be a really messed up place sometimes. how does all the weird sh*t out there have such an impact on me to make me feel ashamed of how i feel right now... stressed, worried, irritated as sh*t in so many things, and just possibly damned near close to losing it....?

but hey, where's my manners.... how was your day?

mr puddins is just sitting here... purring... fat lil' bastard has it made. scritchees and all...