Foul not Fowl...

God I'm in a foul mood today. And I don't mean I feel like a domesticated chicken! When I'm up I'm usually way up. I can take anything in stride. When I'm down however, its not pretty. I hate being surrounded by negativity, it gets to me.

I have a lot going on in my life right now both personally and professionally. I have so much to do at work and the pressure is getting to me a little. Today is the day that I look at the picture on my blog titled "paradise" and just feel like saying fuck everything and just go there. I could be one of those guys selling t-shirts on the beach. So what, I won't make the money I do now but wouldn't have to put up with the bullshit either.

I think everyone in the office can tell how I feel as well. I never have my door closed, unless I'm on a personal phone call or something. Most other people in the office will close their door but mine is 99% never closed. Today...closed.

I need to focus on production. Need to get stuff off my desk.

I don't like when people cut up other people all the time. There is one friend that I've been spending a lot of time with who tends to make cutting remarks about everyone. The last few times we've been together have really kind of pissed me off. Not everyone is that bad and you're not that fucking good.

Oh, and another thing. I don't really want to be that ripped this summer. I'm a fucking middle aged male who likes to cook and drink. I'm never going to have a washboard stomach. I'd probably like to drop about 5 or 10 pounds which I'll do by working out but not interested in being an underwear model. I'm reasonably intelligent, very funny and I think a nice guy. I have many interests along with many faults. That's good enough. The end.

I'm eating a quesadilla with chicken and about 10 pounds of cheese right now. It tastes so good dipped in sour cream.

I am sure now more than ever that February is the worse month of the year. Its been friggin' so cold for so long that I think it puts me in the mood that I'm in. What I wouldn't give right now to be sitting on a patio with a nice bottle of wine staring at a bunch of waitresses with really big breasts! Only a few more months. Hope I don't go postal!

R.