The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Friday, March 25, 2011

Why is this so fucking hard?

Bad day of irritation. Last night lost my temper at counter staff at fast food place. She would not listen, I knew I would not get my order done right. But first tried to get her to listen. She wouldn't, or couldn't, and after snapping, we walked out. Angry for several minutes until I could calm down, and apologize for losing my cool. Very bad.

Really wanted that chicken dinner, all dark, with greek dressing on the salad.

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