Drugs?

This morning I kept thinking to myself that it's getting increasingly hard not to scream at or assault someone. It seems all the contractors in my life -- the web site people at work, the kitchen people at home -- have had massive personnel upheavals, and I have all these new people asking me the same old questions. And relatively speaking, both projects are in their crucial, do-or-die phases. So let's get with the fucking program.

In addition, there's the joy of managing a band of 8 students + various other folks who I purportedly will train to build 1500 pages of a web site this summer. Details are forthcoming.

With all this in mind, I am beginning to cultivate chronic insomnia, which makes me go around during the day wanting to kill people. I was sitting at my desk this morning thinking jeez, I've got to find a way to calm down. And then it occurred to me, this is why people take drugs. I guess I need some drugs.

Or maybe just a couple of beers.