Frustrations

A while back a blogging friend was having a bad day and posted a glaring picture of a mean looking cat and after venting concluded with the line "mean.ass.mean.hate."  The deep philosophical nature of that line has, for some reason, stuck with me and resurfaces in my brain on days like today.

I don't even want to get into it much because some of it is work related and I want to keep my job.  But trust me, today is a "mean.ass.mean.hate." kind of day even if it IS Friday.

I'm bad about bringing frustrations home with me.  I wish I could just leave them at the door. 

I'll open an IPA and work on that.