Why is it that whenever I return from a trip, the shit hits the fan? It seems that if I’m gone, everything is handled without my input, but when I’m here, I get every stinking problem thrown at me and the employees forget that Tori exists. And to add to my frustration, it mostly happens when I’m in the bathtub.
Last night I slept well, 8 full hours. Nina and I planned on riding today, so I was looking forward to a pleasant day and while in the tub I sorta decided to hit the Viet Nam Veteran’s Memorial in Angel Fire. A late lunch was going to be at the bar in Angel Fire, a place that the chapter visits whenever we’re up there.
Now I’m in such a bad mood I have no idea what is going to happen today. Right now, sitting on my front deck with my .223 and shooting out the tires of people burning out in my parking lot seems like a great idea. It appeals to my mood!
I’m not going to tell the series of issues that led to the change of my mood, it will just anger me even more. Suffice it to say that I went from mellow to full blown rage in under 15 minutes.
Peace.