Feb. 23, 2008: "I coulda been a contender."

I cannot express my horror at this work week.

I feel as if I've been run down by a Mac truck that then dragged me across every issue of this newspaper I have ever worked on. And all the while, people are staring and pointing and laughing.

And I have 8 more hours.

It's not even anything major that has happened. Just lots of little piddly bullshit that has come together to make me want to scream.

I love what I do, honestly. But I could've done without this week. It's like I know that when I leave this building tonight, it will be like hitting a reset button.

I guess everyone feels that way from time to time.

Thank God I have a 3-day weekend next week.

P.S. — I know this won't make sense to anyone (well, most of you anyway), but it's gotta be said:

Smug bastard.