Writing and fits of temper.

[foxmonkey]

Again with the brick walls. Kind of. Why is it that some of the smallest things are the biggest things we stumble over?

In other news, I wrote a kind of long science fiction (ouch, hurts to think about it) opus a couple of years ago, just before I found online fandom, and I can't find it. I *really* want to reread it, and it's...lost. It's very nearly bad!fic bad, almost. Almost very nearly bad!fic bad, a little bit.

In other news, I let my quick temper get the best of me today, and I kind of snapped at my boss. Well, not at her, but in her general direction. In a meeting.

!!!!

Luckily, the only people present were the other members of my team - contrary to sometimes popular belief, I'm not a *total* idiot. She realizes that I'm a bit stressed lately, and was *very* cool about letting me slide. I apologized profusely because, Unprofessional Behavior 'R' Us? Not a place I want to be.

I need some happy music. Spice Girls! Hmmm. Maybe John Mayer. Yesssssss...

No! Prince! Little Red Corvette! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...