I hate you, mr. low-life wings fan

I hate my job...er...one of them anyway. I don't even know if I want to bitch about it anymore. I had the worst game since coming back from the lockout last night. It rivals how I felt after working the Flyers game, whenever the bloody hell that was. It was not even a full moon, so I have no logical explaination for why people were being such fucking unbelievable, moronic assholes last night. For more profanity on this event, read the blog at myspace. If you do not know my address, tough, but this is all I am going to say about it. If I ever have to experience a game like that again, I am quitting on the spot. Case Closed.

Got done teaching today and home by 9:30. That is sweet. Now that I am done posting my blogs, I am off to seek therapy through my Jacks. I don't know how I am going to accomplish this, but I will find a way. Being the stubborn, efficient person that I am, there has to be a way to do this, and I will discover it.

I also need to find a way to up the dosage on my patience pills. Obviously the ones I use for the mall and the ones I need for the Joe are completely different. I couldn't even find it in myself to have a decent conversation with four men who flew in from Vancouver. They were awesome, sporting the blue and green jerseys. I sent them on their way to Windsor so they could enjoy a nightlife. Seeing as Detroit is a 9-5 city, I'll give my southern neighbor a little business. Yes, Windsor is south of Detroit. Only place in North America in which Canada lies to the south of the United States.

Geography lesson is over for today.

I'm off to find comfort in Hollywood blockbusters and hot actors. Wish me luck. Auf Wiedersehen.