“An original idea. That can't be too hard. The library must be full of them.”

Some of the things that are going on in my life.
I'm feeling panicky again. My day started off with a complete feeling of happy. I suspect it was residual "House didn't make me cry last night" giddyness. The ep made me so happy I forgot to watch Doctor Who. That ain't right. Luckily, I have no plans this weekend, so I can watch it Saturday night. I certainly do know how to party.
By the end of the day, I was feeling trapped. Nothing serious, just-trapped.
I think I need to getaway. The planned kind sounds so boring, but I must have had my interesting bone removed sometime in the last couple of years. I'm the dullest dull that ever dulled.
The main cause of my panic is probably the way I hate everyone I work around. Not with, I like the lady I work with. She's one of the few people whose company I enjoy. I don't like the Big Boss. She's dumber than dirt. That doesn't mean she's not a decent person, but I don't have the patience for stupid. Especially not Powerful!Stupid. I hate that with the same intensity I hate those people that stand outside of abortion clinics shouting "Murderer!" at everyone that walks inside.
Stephen Fry is on Bones tonight. I <3 Stephen Fry. I want to go out for vodka and tonics, bum smokes off of him and discuss random clever things. All the while feeling not nearly clever enough to be communicating with Stephen Fry. He'd probably look at me the way I look at the people I work around. Luckily the likelihood that fantasy would ever happen is slim to NEVER!!11! I'm going to hang on to my dream that we could be chums.
The title of this entry is a Stephen Fry quote. Apropos, no?
The computers were down for awhile at work today. That made me so happy. The place was empty most of the day. It was quiet and lovely. No people. If someone showed up all it took was four words: "The computers are down" and I had my peace back. I even got to keep a running (and hi-LAR-ious!) commentary on the reactions people had when I told them to piss off. I was full of glee. Then, didn't the goddamn things come back on right when the fucking youth of the ghetto were getting out of school. Thanks g-d, for reminding me once again that you don't exist. As if my stint in purgatory with fast internet access isn't enough of a reminder.
There's this one guy. He's been mostly a dick to me since I pointed out that he was being rude and an asshole (no, I didn't use those EXACT words). He was talking on his cell phone in the library, and acting like he was the first (instead of the last by a long mile) person on the block to get a mobile. He didn't acknowledge me for close to two weeks. His record has been beaten by the little girl that shelves and has been having a "I'm not talking to you cuz yr mean and told on me" fit since I informed the proper authorities she wasn't doing her job. My heart was broken in 17 places, not having those two to talk to. Then Mr.Mobile came in yesterday and spent most of 8 hours (save the time he spent getting lunch from the mission) hacking up a lung, snotting on every magazine and newspaper in the building and making me gag from the stench that emanates from his never before washed coat. Any wonder I've been sick all winter? Not anymore. Assholes like that are de rigeur. Then he has the nerve to tell me he's "Praying for" me, when I told him it would be his fault if I got sick.
I need a break. Everyone needs a break, of course, I get it. But if I don't have one soon--I'm probably going to go apeshit insane.