You are just going to have to excuse me while I throw a major tantrum.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRG

I am just SOOOO UPSET over not having a damned scanner. I'm stompin' mad & aggravated & frustrated & pulling out my hair & foaming at the mouth & chewing sticks.

"But Kwan," you ask. "How can we tell the difference between you being upset & your normal behavior?"

And my response is to grab something appropriate, like maybe a Volkswagon bus, and cram it up your no-no hole, using Krazy-Glue as a lubricant.

I AM PISSED over this, okay? Just really, bitterly, fed up.

I'm sick having to put off getting a damned scanner because of bills & unexpected problems that suck me dry of anything left over, I'm weary of having to beg friends to use their scanners, It sickens me how just when I find a viable alternative the damned university changed their damned software to the point that even Hob, who is a computer ninja, was swearing trying to use it (at least I know it's not due to my own stupidity).

I want to be able to prove that YES I'm working on my commissions & I'm upset that the whole commission process is being held up due to lack of a scanner & yes I even want to show my other crap too & I just can't right now & I know I'm being a big baby about it but I'm so effing aggravated over it all I just don't freakin' CARE, & I'm thinking that the next damned snot-nosed mouth-breathing child who decides to look over my shoulder would be excellent kicking material.

Film at eleven.