I am sick of everything too.
i'm sick of this stupid new Unreal game. I'm sick of making maps. I'm sick of the stupid guy who sits next to me who drums on the desk and relates his sleazy 70s sex stories to me whether I want to hear them or not (I don't) I'm sick of hearing about 10gajillion kerbillion megaHERTZ fagshafter processers that run at -24342 degrees celcius and uisn't it like a cure for ****ing caner? (No) I'm sick of disgusting machine coffee. I'm sick of the headache I get if I don't drink it. I'm sick of religion and war and people who keep blowing other peoples brains out for no reason. I'm sick of pointless forum bickering about who has the largest coy carp collection. I'm sick of max snapping the wrong ****ing vertices to things and UVW maps and in fact 3D computer programsperiod. I'm sick of this crappy internet connection, and I'm sick of this country to which I pay taxes whcih they then use to do gawd knows what. I'm sick of being well qualified and badly paid. I'm sick of biting my tongue to keep the peace and I'm sick of this headache. I'm sick of the stale alcohol I can taste in the back of my mouth and I'm sick of this MP3 that has now looped about 10 times. I'm sick of not being able to see my family. I'm sick of the mentality in this country and I'm sick of footall. I'm sick of being given URLs to crappy art and bieng asked if I can you just do this for me no I CAN'T GO AWAY I'M BUSY. I'm sick of people passing me and asking me if I'm ok but only asking out of politeness and not because they really want to know YES I'M FINE THANKYOU (I always reply) I'm sick of not being able to have a private conversation with people I want to have private conversations with. I'm sick of having 'private' conversations that people are listening to. I'm sick of being polite. I'm sick of growing old. I'm sick of the implicatison of dating someone at work. I'm sick of older relatives telling sex jokes to me in front of my parents. I'm sick of sifting through 30 crappy American shows on 538 channels to find one good one. I'm sick of computer games and aliens and guns and anything with MP5s or REEKING CHEESE. I'm sick of m0tard hour in IRC which seems to have run straight for about 4326 hours now NO NOT LOL YOU FOUCKER. And animated gifs and other people's holiday photos and pictures of kittens (Oh how cute!) argh, no please go away with your wwacky kitten photos. And I'm sick of just general idiocy and people with a complete lack of common sense who can't seem to comprehend that you can't print to a laserjet with sheer force of will alone but I'M FINE I'M FINE and I'm staying calm and I'm dealing with it and then I'm putting down the phone, and I'm like DIE YOU ****ER and then it's all over and I get some more nasty coffee and try and do what I was suppossed to be doing which will involve like variables and arrays and **** but by then my train of thought is broken and I can't concentrate and hten It's time to go home but I don't go home because it's been such a ****ty day so I go down the pub and prop up the bar and then I nedd a TAXI because I'm had too much and I get the guy to stop at the supermarjket so I can get another SIX and I go home and I try and chill and relax and forget the SHEER FORCE OF WILL LASERJET PROBLEMS and othe rmore devious and cunning nasty little issues that people really just seem to conjure out of thin air to piss me off but I'm always polite and I'm asnwering the phone and I'm like asking how they are even though I don't really care and I don't have time beacsue there is like real work to do but I feel sorry for them I'll ask about the weather or their mood of how such and such is until they piss me off and then I'm like NO JUST NO and then I recall that I'm at home and i'm trying to relax so I have some more to drink and put on some music and smoke some inducing less and less coherency then it's like 1 am yes its illegal but what can you do and yo uhave to et up in the morning and my head will hurt again and it's a bit of a vicious circle really, and it just goes round and round and round unitl it's saturday and on saturday my brain finally stops going round and I can relax but it's like a shock and I'm like in bed until 2 or 4 or 5 pm from sheer exhaustion and then I'll go out and see some friends for just once in the week and i'm fine and I'm happy and I'm having a good time and i'm laughign and I'm charming and then it's sunday and I have a hangover and I'm in bed and then it's MONDAY ****ING MONDAY and I need to SHAVE and I cut myself with this stupid bluint razor and it starts again only maybe it will be a good week and I'll get things done and I'll be fine and chilled and on the ball and the third verse is the same as the first
but i still have my piano. I liek my piano, i'm not sick of my piano And it saves me and i feel better for having said all that becuase it's jus tthere and I've said it and it's released and it's good and tommorrow is a new day
oh my I wrote all that