A great and terrible mood
If I had a superpower, it would totally be to make people well. I know that sounds lame and do-goody, but it’s not: the true reason is that I just. can’t. stand. the whining associated with illness.
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I consider this portfolio an illness, and one that will be monumentally better come Tuesday when it’s turned into my chair for review (this is the pre-committee review). I don’t much like being around people who are whiny (this came up in pre-marital counseling when the dear man told me I had a “distinct lack of empathy”), and if I could float up and out of my body while it does the work finishing this fucking folio, that would be fantastic. But that’s about as likely to happen as my superpower. In the meantime, I have never been in a worse mood. You all have trifling problems with relationships, mortal illness, and job loss? Puh-leeeeeeeeeese. I’ve totally got you beat. Hopefully next week I will once again be able to appreciate the sounds of birds chirping and singing, etc., but in the meantime, unless you possess not just a wand but also the magic required to wield it, stay away.
(If I have any friends after this endeavor, it will be a miracle.)