I fucking hate sundays. An entire day filled with nothing but the breathless anticipation of the great beast monday. Around five I start counting down the hours until I have to go back to work and eat more shit because, right now the only other option is indefinite months of unemployment( thanks very much president retard). The real bitch of it is, I actually like my job. I just can't stand the brain damaged fuckwit I work for. It's not just me, either. Every other electrician I've mentioned his name to rolls their eyes and says "Christ, man. I'm sorry" I know, I know, at least I'm employed, which, right now is no small feat, let me tell you, but fuck man. This rocket scientist actually told me the other day " I hate the discovery channel. I've learned all I need to know in life." Do you have any idea how difficult it was not to strangle him right then and there? People like him are what's wrong with this goddamn country. Wandering around in this haze of false self fulfillment, thinking " I don't need to challenge myself, reading's for losers anyway", and they're everywhere! Hordes of lobotomized zombie consumers eating and multiplying out of control warm and fuzzy in the surety that someone else will take care of it all for them. It makes me violently ill. That's how we end up with leaders like George W. Bush. People just don't care, and frankly, the next person who tells me they don't mind the patriot act because "they have nothing to hide" is getting stabbed in the eyes. Why don't americans want to be better people? I used to think we all did. Sorry this is such a long winded ranty thingy, but its been eating at me and I just had to get it out. 