That's enough, thanks, this week.

The latest round of bigoted fuckwittery * wins hands down, of course, and I really, really hate how it's hurt some of my friends. That's my angle on it - it's not just that it's offensive to a larger group of people (that's wrong, but harder to connect with), but it's offending people I like. They have been really upset by it, and that kind of makes me want to go around with my Doc Martens and kick the offendee until they're sorry. Fortunately, wiser and more educated heads have done the talking thing, instead, and have explained just why they're upset by it, and I've been reading their entries, and it just makes me so sad. Why would anyone want to make my friends (or anyone) feel like that? Okay, that's overly naive of me. But sometimes I do just want the world to be rainbows and flowers, and sometimes I really don't understand why people go out of their way to make it not so.

Personally, I've had morons on Monday, a dentist visit on Tuesday (and, ow, she was brutal - normally I don't have a problem with dentists, but just, OW! When I'm involuntarily squeaking in pain, that means STOP THE FUCK WITH THE PRODDING), and further moronage today, with an additional meeting mix-up, and the sort of phonecall that goes, roughly: 

Them: "Where do you want the lunch?" 
Me: "What lunch?" 
Them: "The lunch for 50 people for your meeting." 
Me: "What meeting?" 
Them: "...." 
Me: "....oh god."

ENUFF already. I get the point. There better not be anything Thursday and Friday, I'm not sure I'll deal very well with it.

I'm swearing a lot this week, and I do apologise if I'm offending people. Sorry. I will cut it out again soon.

Now I'm off to eat my own bodyweight in unwanted sandwiches.