Rant
It's been a debbie-downer day. Had to go through a bunch of old letters from the ex to find something. I know WHY I kept them, but I also know I need to set them on fire.
I've been mopey at night like this for more than I think is proper and these days you can't tell if it's because there's neurons misfiring, lack of, or hormones, or because there's a real reason to be upset.
Also, some half-rtard came into work and argued with me about whether or not it was Metallica was playing in the store. "It's not heavy enough" "It's the introduction to To Live Is To Die, wait for it". "This can't be them, I don't like this." "Get the hell out of my store*".
It's gotta be hormones.
*I didn't say that.
/Rant