At Odds

Something crawled up my ass about four days ago. I think it's gone now, but for awhile there it was getting dicey. Let's put it this way: I'm on a bitch streak.

Eh, but I think it's passing. Finally. Hopefully.

The best way to describe it...that unnamed something that makes you feel at odds with everything and everyone. Perhaps the real world is existing in a parallel universe from the one in which you have found yourself trapped.

The neighbor upstairs has been quiet as of late. Until now - he's sitting out front playing away; and this morning at 7:30 when he was doing his mysterious and sporadic and overtly annoying "Whoo-hoo!" thing while jumping up and down on my ceiling. Can't say I've missed his little ditties, but...well, nice to know he's still alive. Maybe he was in that parallel suckass universe too.

You know it takes a lot of effort to be pissed off for four days straight. Think I'm done. Pass the parallel universe over to the next deserving person...

Saw a great bumper sticker today: "Live it up, sinner!" Cute.