I spook myself

Once in a long while, maybe twice or thrice a year, I have a depressing day. Make 17 Janvier 2007 one of ’em — I irritated enough in my know-it-all crassness to have a vulgarity spat at me — at work. Mixed feelings and thoughts; have yet to plumb the depths of this rollercoaster and regain equilibrium. I’m a crybaby at the core. It is admittedly unfortunate that my ability to rile has not diminished over the years. When will I learn to guard my tongue once and for all? Why do I need these crushing reminders?

Anyway, a convival, surprisingly thought-laden dinner, and a re-reading of them Serenity comics made the boo-boo feel better.

Two feely bits to share in lieu of more proper thoughts:

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