Bitchenesque
So, things have returned to their regular state of deflation and aimlessness here in Canada, the "inferior" country.

I learned something valuable tonight....Yes, your country and his country, and conversations about them, will cause tension. I may not be that much of a patriot, but I still love my country. And he loves his. And for some reason, this worries me, because his country scares the proverbial poop out of me. I know that fear = ignorance, and that I shouldn't even be thinking about it (we're worlds away from that "discussion" at this point), but it still concerns me, because I worry about things. I worry about everything-- it's what I do.

I'm really really cranky right now. I didn't want to find out that someone I have tremendous respect for is meth-affiliated, though it certainly explains a lot about him. I didn't want to come home and be treated as "the most annoying person in the world" as usual. I mean, honestly, if I am the most annoying person in the world, why isn't anyone else telling me so? If I'm annoying, please say something. That sort of set the tone for the conversation with le boy who in all his adorable exuberance decided to play the "let's rip Canada" game, and see how angry he could make the girl thing, because he's never seen her mad or irritated before.

I'm SO irritated right now. I need to calm down. I've been working on this poem for three days, and I want to finish it, and get feedback, but I think it will just irritate me more to work on something so politically bound right now. I don't know what to do. Folding laundry will irritate me. Cleaning the bathroom will downright aggravate me.

I think I will just sit here and marinate in my foulness.  ¶ 6:24 PM