It's just 10 a.m., and it's already turning into an awful day. Aside from having to get up at the usual ungodly hour, I wasn't able to check my e-mail this morning--the computer at home will no longer allow me online. Of course, my ISP will have no idea what's wrong and will insist that it's not their fault--which may be true, as I've come to distrust my modem.

But then Things Got Worse. When I turned on my work computer, I soon discovered that an online magazine I subscribe to has published an article I wrote. Unfortunately, it's an extremely poorly-written article--I wrote it mainly to ask the editor if I was using the right format. So now, my only publishing credit is a piece of crap. Does a world of good for my self-esteem, it does.

Then to close out the day, I got in a pointless online brawl with dannye. I didn't like his politics; he didn't like my politics. I pissed him off for no good reason. I wish I'd been sober, so I could've kept my common sense about me.

Actually, I've been a pill all day long. Apologies to anyone inconvenienced.