Enough

I'm tired.  I'm stuck in a hotel.  The internet here really seriously sucks.  And my life is still being screwed with in ways I do not approve of.  This is absolutely ridiculous.  I'm so damn sick of it.  I'm not frustrated or worried or upset anymore, I'm just really, really pissed.  I don't want to say anything or write anything, and really, I'd quite like to punch a wall right now.

But I'm not going to.  Because that would be an inappropriate reaction.  That and I don't feel like paying for room damages in the hotel. That's rather irrelevant though.  Actually, pretty much anything and everything is absolutely irrelevant at this point.  But I still have to write something.  And I don't much feel like turning my anger into anything coherent.

So this is my incoherent absolutely nonsense rant.  Once I calm down, I'll have a semi-reasonable letter.  No, it won't be reasonable in the least.  It'll be long and angry and rambling.  But it will be a letter.  Frankly, one that could be quite simply expressed in the form of a well-placed stab to the gut.  Since that's not a legal option though, I'll stick to my bitter letter...whenever I calm down.