��� 2005-09-16, 9:21 p.m.
Terrets
I think I'm developing Terrets Syndrome. Or maybe some sort of variant that sends you into apoplexy whenever certain subjects come up. SB's daughter brought up a certain subject today (the fucking sonofabitch client that I could quit over in a fucking second) (see what I mean??) and I practically had a seizure right there in the hallway. All she said was that some guy was on the phone.
So I shared this new development with Nan. She asked me for an example of what happens when this syndrome strikes. So I twitched heavily and screetched, "Bleeeeh! Fuckfuckmotherfucker!!!" I thought she was going to die. Then I told her about a new name for the firm that I thought of that indicates that one of the partners is a pet primate. She ended up hiding behind her chair, holding herself up. I probably gave her whiplash. Bad for all involved.
I think I'm going to call her up on Monday or Tuesday while I'm hanging with my mom and have an outburst. Except without the f-word. Mom wouldn't have that.
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