Uncharitable

I am feeling uncharitable. I don't know why. I was almost cheerful earlier. The cat chewed the air tube on the aquarium. I removed the cat. The cat chewed computer cords. I removed the cat. The cat chewed the short stories I was commenting on. I tossed the cat in the bedroom and locked her in. I then wrote apologies to the authors. But I'm not mad at the cat. The story she chewed should have been eaten whole. It should never have been written. It sucked. It was the lousiest story I've read in a long, long while. It had no point. It had no plot. It didn't even have a character. Not really. Just glimpses of stupid people, without anything to make me care about their sucky stupid lives. It wasted precious moments of my life, and I was tempted to take a lighter to it. I'm not going to get it all done. I'm not even going to try anymore. I'm giving up. It's two in the morning. I am really beginning to hate my life. And if you couldn't tell, this is a rant, and I don't need to be told it isn't polite or any of that sort of thing. I've graded a few more first reads, and I take back any kind thing I ever said or thought about these idiot children. They shouldn't have gotten into any college. Hell, I'm amazed they passed the TAAS, and that test was a piece of shit. And you know what? I know what sparked this awful mood. It was that damn, stupid story about nothing and a bus. I really can't stand the author. It's a personal thing. He comments on stories by writing in little grammar tricks, or that he doesn't like it, personally, when a story begins with dialogue. He demands that if you say something takes place in location X, something in your story must make proper use of that location. And you know what? He ignores all higher order concerns in favor of this unhelpful nitpicking. That kind of crap is fine in an academic paper, but hello moron, this is creative writing, and if I feel like omiting quotation marks, it's stylistic and intended, so don't tell me I "must have forgotten them." I didn't. Others have complained as well, so I'm not just being picky about criticism. If he actually critiqued a damn thing, I'd be feeling much nicer about him.

Oh yeah. I had a wonderful time this evening, before I returned home and started grading and reading crap. I'd tell you about it, but I am better off sleeping. I lost a day somewhere, and I didn't even drink last night/this morning. Grr.

Goodnight, hated world. You had better have changed when I wake up.

End. (I suppose this is better than "get lost," which I almost left here.)