Cranky Bitch Rant

Feeling overwhelmingly pissy today. Weather is all cold with the coastal fog - summer in San Francisco, whee - I'm behind on my LJ comments, probably too cranky to catch up without offending people, and restless as hell to boot. Why can't I get my old coworkers on the phone all of a sudden? Yeah, yeah, I know damn well summer is the busy season - this is the first year in over a decade I can claim to be enjoying "summer vacation" - but that doesn't stop me from feeling paranoid, bereft and miserable. The last thing I wanted to do when I left the job was lose contact with my friends. Like the song says, don't you forget about me. ( Digressive Political Ranting, Pretty Vitriolic )

Desperately feeling the need of a trip of some type. For the last four to five years at least, the hubby and I would have gone on some kind of England/Japan/Europe trip by this point in the calendar (spring being the usual time of choice), but for some reason (such as, say, our government's generally reviled world poltics at the moment?), airline prices are really high, which me being unemployed doesn't help with much. I'm desperate to see England again right now. I'm feeling the need for digestives and pub pints like a junkie wants crack. I need to ride trains and visit either Scotland or Paris, and it's gonna cost us serious money, but if we don't go, I'll be unbearable in no time. Like you're not already! I can almost hear the chorus. Perhaps a good time to remind anyone who reads this that I had serious rage issues in high school which still sometimes pop their heads up to remind me that they're still there.

Well, that's enough ranting for now. I think I need to get out of the apartment. Go get my godamned hair cut, or something else constructive. Jeezus.