"Work is for those who don't know how to fish" - an old bumper sticker that never fails to cause massive eye-rolling.  You know what, bud?  Fishing is for those who don't know how to successfully interact with other humans in a conversational scenario. 

I am exhausted.  My wrists are covered in this Arth-arrest shit that used to work but stopped as soon as I really needed it, I accidentally rubbed my eye against one of my hands and now I've got the stingy shit IN my eye, my dormancy period last night was restless and utterly unsatisfying and I have to go out today to see my therapist.  I wonder if I'd saved each of the session fees and bought a new bed instead of talking about my stupid issues ad nauseum, perhaps I'd be a happier person.

Nah, I'm a bitch at heart.