I've been watching too much Criminal Minds, because I'm thinking "An organized thunderstorm plans ahead, gathering up its energy and then striking in a planned fashion. A disorganized thunderstorm just swoops up whatever energy it can find in the atmosphere and descending in a blitz attack."

Actually, that's not too far off. Someone call the BAU--there's a serial weather system loose in the heartland!

Timelies all!

Annoying day. Got to work and found that my computer mouse wasn't working. Called IT, and they sent someone over with a replacement, which works fine.

My car is due for emissions inspection(deadline is next Wed.) so I went over to the station nearest to home. They had no power. I'll have to try again Saturday, which means I have to get myself going reasonably early.(Hours are 7 am-1pm on Saturdays.)

Thanks lisah and Vortex. I have simmered down considerably, and I also talked to former boss who gave me some good talking points to move forward with. Basically, here's the line in the sand; don't cross it. I thought I had made it clear in a previous discussion, but obviously not. ION, tommyrot's organized thunderstorm rallying cry made me laugh out loud.

Suzi, did you get my email last night, with the link?

Things I learned today:
4 hours at a dentist office is too fricking long

I can in fact mentally swear at people and yell "just figure out how to take the god damn xray already" and have them understand me.

Thinking I could go back to the office after the dentist was just dumb.

Things I hope to learn today:
That somehow this time Vicodin will work for me without making me wish I hadn't taken it.

Ugh, Perkins. That sounds like a big load of no fun.

What does Vicodin do to you, Perkins?

Man, I so want to bolt and go home. Perversely, however, I'm thinking that if I stay away from home I can tough it through this migraine and avoid taking a dose of painkillers. Which is stupid, but I really really don't want to take any.

Okay, having typed that out it's really irrational.

I don't feel well. I shouldn't be planning to stay out until 7, much less 9. I have nothing to prove.

Except, of course, for everything I want to prove.

Painkillers make me itchy, but once they kick in I don't really care.

That's a reaaally long appointment, Perkins.

I shouldn't be planning to stay out until 7, much less 9.

What's the work dinner thing for?

Dang, Perkins. Glad that's over and I hope the Vicodin is more help than not.

What's the work dinner thing for?

Celebrate our general awesomeness?

I'm not even sure. As time ticks away I'm getting more and more reticent. The one guy in the department I usually talk to isn't going to be there, and I don't feel like making new friends with co-workers.

Weirdly, I feel less reticent about the life drawing, because I can totally ignore people there, or act like someone completely different. It doesn't matter. Also, the idea of just sleeping in my car (or going home and pretending I'm actually going to leave again for the life drawing, which would never actually happen, given traffic and painkiller availability) is becoming more and more attractive.

Dammit.

My head hurts.

I hate this.

That sounds well worthy of hate.