outliers

i have paid for yesterday's defamation of broccoli with nothing short of my voice. i only omit squeaky, cracked sounds in a puff of green-phlegm scented breath. it's hot, i know.

when i'm this ill, i have a hard time coping with minor annoyances i often encounter, to no effect, when i'm healthy. in lecture (yes i dragged my ass to school), i could see how that chick i made fun of so many months ago was brought to tears by an inattentive professor failing to answer her question. for the love of god, good sir, please just fucking explain to me, temporally and spatially, whether an activator can begin a sequence-specific transcriptional recruitment cascade whilst the DNA is still wound around the histone. if you start talking about acetylation in a feeble attempt to out-manuver my question one more time, i will breathe my plague upon thee.

normally, a middle-aged jerk in his woman's minivan can drag race me from a light and not get the better of steve, the wunderauto. but when i'm high on dayquil and attempting to keep it under 20 over, he cuts me off across 3 lanes and parks in the employee lot with me. yesterday: i would have tracked him down and verbally berated him. today: i cry.

running late always sucks, and ordinarily if i had a group of old coworker-friends (whom i miss dearly) gather to meet me for lunch, i would figure they could suffer my being stuck in traffic gladly for the mere chance to gaze upon my smiling countenance. today: i thought maybe they would leave before i got there, and i would have no friends. i cry.

usually if it's an erratic old woman tailgating me with the highbeams and driving like richard pryor (when on fire from freebasing), i just roll with it. and flick her off. today: i flick her off. and i cry.

i think it's time for some sleep.