Sigh. True. I try to be pretty calm and collected…. and it was going so well I almost wrote yesterday about it. With how well it'd been going for a bit (and aided by the shortness of my memory), I was starting to feel freakishly "normal".
Then the scissors went flying through the air.
Square one.
I don't even really remember, except hearing things hitting the floor. I promptly managed to step away for a breather, but the illusion (delusion?) was already shattered.

Not that it's much unto itself. Still. Otherwise, the usual mix of the good the bad and the ugly. Financial stress out the yingyang. Trying to not get baited by a relentlessly abusive beotch at work while patiently awaiting the great cosmic smackdown of her loathesome *ss. Bureaucratic overwhelm outside of work. Other than those, good.