Bad mood. Bad fucking mood. Really, really, really bad fucking mood.

Do you see the theme of today's post?

I'm tired and pissed off and emotionally wiped out and I just don't want to be at the office. I want to be in a bar. A dark, cold bar with draught cider and a bartender with an Irish accent. I guess I'll have to wait until 5:30 or so, though. If anyone needs to find me this evening, I'll be the really drunk guy at Flannery's. Or if you get there late, the really drunk guy throwing up in front of Flannery's.