I've been a naughty Elmo. This course has broiught the worst out of me - and the martinis have been Robin to the Batman of my own self-destructive impulses.
Last night I found myself on a bus making up nicknames for all of the people around me. Some were willing participants; others merely got to overhear my inventive venom.
This morning the awfulness I feel has nothing to do with lack of sleep. And nothing to do with alcohol. It's a fear that I may have hurt nice people in a bid to amuse the less nice here.
When did I revert to highschool, huh?
2 comments:
Out of character. Wonder if you're being a wee bit harsh on yourself. And besides, they were on a self help course. Sissies. Fuck 'em.
Why on earth have you been sent to this salt-mine anyway?
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