Discontent

I experienced a number of things at work today that really annoyed me. Taken individually, I suppose I would've just let all that crap roll off, but sometimes when it adds up you just throw your hands in the air and wonder WTF. I had one of those days.

Last night, when I got home from date night, there were thousands of ants at the foot of my driveway. It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen on concrete, save for thousands of mayflies at Cedar Point. I've had an ant problem on my kitchen floor too the last week or two. They seem to be coming from the middle of the house, which makes no sense. They're not ascending to anywhere there's food, but the bastards are crawling around my floor. So I put some ant baits down, which is supposed to lead them to take the poison back home. This morning there were probably a hundred of them in one corner, around the baits. That shit better work.

Then when I got home I tackled some client work. Truth be told, I don't like doing it, but it is a few billable hours. The problem is that I tend to offer "friend rates" for people way too often, so I'm probably selling myself short, literally. And of course, the changes to the client's app ended up not being simple.

Ironically enough, I decompressed in the hot tub, which was made possible by the day job and client work. Go figure. The sky was clear, and I saw the stars for the first time in probably a week, and suddenly I regained some perspective.

Then I went back to discontent when Cosmo decided to play the role of asshole and bit the shit out of my arm. Nice big bloody gashes all swollen up. She doesn't know how to play without harming people.

There is a part of me that feels that sometimes you just need to be a little angry, a little annoyed. If one wanted to get all philosophical, one might say you can't truly appreciate your happiness without the contrast of the opposite. If that's true, well, I'm going to be one happy guy tomorrow!