if you were thinking of coming over and surprising me at one o'clock in the morning with gifts of love and affection, don't. at the moment, i'm looking for some living creature to take out my ire on as i've worn out the inanimate objects within reach and i'd hate to take advantage of your fleshy surfaces when all you were doing was stopping by to love me. it has even come to me pounding the table and declaring aloud how, "fuck this, i don't want to do it!" in a completely juvenile tantrum.

i agreed to help out some STUPID company in designing some STUPID webpage (one, single page) for their STUPID product even though they probably weren't going to pay me and even though they were supposed to give me a whole lot more time and guidance on the subject. the webpage has turned into a website and the deadline is tomorrow when they're launching the product and the guidance is nil.

fuck this!

i'm livid. unnecessarily so, perhaps. but given that i'm about to start a four-month, on-site project in Cupertino, i feel like my last days of "freedom" are being stolen by some ridiculous amount of stress over something i should never have agreed to in the first place.