I hate many things.

I mean, really. Maybe it’s my mood this morning (as I said a couple of days ago, it’s not been the best week in memory), but I feel like ten miles of bad road — on the inside. I need me some fun, and I see none in my immediate future. I guess I’ll need to go make some. But until then, here is what frames my discontent:

1. I haven’t seen Lars and Helen for at least two weeks — and they live eight houses down the street from me. Life is too flippin’ busy.
2. Jake fell off the bed and fractured his collar bone (poor baby!), and I can’t get out to see him until tomorrow.
3. I have a delightful teacher inservice today. Ask me if I wouldn’t rather have a classroom full of sixth graders than a day full of activities planned by an administrator.
4. I hate pondering the all-encompassing domino effect of choices in one’s life. If you really think about it, it’s huge.
5. Dinner Theatre rehearsals are a full two weeks behind schedule.

However (and this is a big fat “but”), I try not to hate without a way out, to wit: a long, long time ago, someone had me write down all the negative feelings I could think of, and then go back through the list and devise a way around each one. Therefore, to that end:

1. On my way home from the basketball game tonight, I will call Helen and Lars. Set up a time for coffee this weekend.
2. After that call, I will call Hannah and see how Jakey’s doing.
3. In the big scheme of life, one day of inservice is not so bad. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually get something out of it (*SniCKeR*).
4. Resolve to make better choices today, because it could affect a whole slew of tomorrows.
5. Umm…

So, see? It’s not so bad, having plenty of stuff to hate. But you know, misery loves company, so let’s hear your hates. The Fink is here to help you deal with them. I covet your blatherings.

Off to the showers — and then to my own special version of Friday the 13th. Yippy!

RF

[Big fat Hershey bar goes to the first person who replies here with the name of the band that recorded the lyric in today’s post title, and the year. It’s RtB’s first Contest of the year!]

We all about blew away last night. Everyone’s garbage is in the street. There are about 100 soda pop cans strewn all over my back yard. And, needless to say, I’ve been awake since about 2 a.m. Delightful.

OK, I’m going to have to cut this off for now because my modem is acting stupid. School server is down, too — great.

First person to post the answer gets the treatses.

FO

In the midst of a generally stinky week (for myriad reasons), this provided a couple minutes of levity:

Heh heh.

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The other day, PK sent me a link to a Consumer Reports article that said Eight O’Clock brand coffee was considered tastiest, and that Starbucks didn’t even make the top shelf. (Last time I had coffee out there, I had to take mine back and have them brew me another latte … it totally tasted burned beyond belief.)

I am going to have to try out Eight O’Clock after I’m through with this pound of Dunkin’ Donuts beans.

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Do I know some boss musicians or what? (“Chameleon” even! What a throwback…)

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And I must say: I hate everything. Except you. And I will chop up sentences. If I want.

Fink. Out.