misanthropic miscellany

i ask you, 8 oz of coffee and 1 can of diet vanilla coke in 12 hours does not a full bladder make. how the hell can i have to pee?
rather than a swelling in volume causing activation of parasympathetic nervous system responses, i believe my bladder gnomes are clamoring for some water, like pot-bellied children swarming with flies in the sudan.

think i'm thirsty.

in other news, today i earned my job-quitting merit badge after days of anguish, guilt, fear, and a hodge-podge (or potpourri!) of other womanly emotions. management was superiorly cool about it and said i could stay till i found something else. it's hard when people go out of their way to do something nice for you when really, a week or two of being unemployed and eating fruit snacks watching on-demand sounded pretty sweet. there's a funny thing that happens in my brain when i expect people to take things badly and verbally or otherwise abuse me, and there they go being totally reasonable on me again. it almost makes it harder.

/gnomes of self-righteousness