A Frankly Fucking Fed-up Fishy

* Gentle readers be aware that language of a markedly blue sort could be contained in the following rant, um, post.

Welcome to the angry postings of a feisty fishy. I am filled with a sort of tension. Even the gentle buzz of my Pierre this morning did nothing to release the tension. I want to snap at the people around me, releasing my negative feelings into the air. I imagine that it would fall like pollution on those around me. Blah. Even the words to express it seem to be just out of reach. Fuck! I am ready to go back to bed.

The creepy girl that shares the cubicle with me at work, reachs out and touchs my shoulder, with a little giggle, she announces that she just wanted to touch me. Ugh! That is just the sort of oddity that has driven me to this state. Can't she tell that I am cranky?

But wait - I receive an odd comment from a co-worker: "Well??? Knowing you - if not sleeping, you are having fun." Not enough to save the day, as a matter of fact, the more I think about it, the more it starts to irritate me. What? Is that the sort of reputation I have around this place? BLAH!