I thought of calling in sick, but it didn’t seem the way to start the work year, especially since I already had work waiting for me. When I got to work I discovered nobody else had done their jobs and so I couldn’t do mine. I sat around entertaining thoughts of death and destruction, which is normal for me, but not taking any pleasure from it. The voices in my head kept repeating “they should all be killed” but the voices wouldn’t tell me who “they” were. I hate it when I have generalized psychopathic impulses. I need some focus in my life, damnit.
I eventually survived the day, went home and crawled back into bed. After a lot of sleep and one brief interruption for a really bad karate movie (Kill and Kill Again), I was able to return to work today to once again wait for everybody else to do their jobs. At least I can enjoy my psychotic thoughts, although the voices still won’t tell me who should be killed. Looks like it’s time for another Random Killing Spree.
I wonder what enticed me to drink so much. Maybe it was the Sock playing bartender. Well, the joke’s on him. While drunk last night I did the laundry. As punishment, Steve and McQueen are both on my feet today. Dissent will not be tolerated in my closet. Who’s yer daddy now, sockboys?