I get that feeling every now and again. It usually means I've forgotten something or I need to stay inside.

A co worker said "It means it's time to get laid."
I shoulda stayed home. Fortunately nothing bad happened, and I did get to tear a buncha kids a new ass when I found out they were laughing at this old man. I don't think the old guy knew they were. Poor old guy had a severely deformed nose and these stoner kids come in "Hey, did you see penis face? huh-huh! huh-huh! HEY... can I sample that?"
"No. And if I hear that you bother that old man I'll see to it you sit in the security room while we contact your parents, and suggest a drug kit."

The old guy's nose did look like a penis. And he just had this aura of sadness. When I went to the counter to see if he needed anything he turned away real fast and his wife told me they were just looking. I can't imagine how he must feel, so I tried to make it seem like a place he'd be comfortable.
As for those kids... you should HEAR them. They all laugh like Butthead and when they all laugh at the same time it sounds like a flock of retarded geese.

I know the type all to well. It makes me shudder to think that at some point in time they may breed.

is there something big in ur life that ur worried about?

Mom's got her surgery coming up, and there's a lot of key retailing bullshit going on at work. Just seem odd how it suddenly hit me for a day.

good luck with mom's surgery...

as for work, i know how ya feel...

I find the occasional Xanax helps, and they're only $5 at Wallyworld.

I pay only $3! I take one every night before bed to help me forget about the people I serve.

You know that any day now, your Camaro will stand up like a Transformer and walk away, because it has to save the universe.

I can only pray... the way it behaves I'd believe it, too. It's got a life and personality of it's own. I mean, if I so much as compliment another car that is nice it begins to run shitty, like it's mad at me or something. A nice little talk and it picks right up.

Have ya' heard about that old japanese manga called "Wangan Midnight"..?
It has this Datsun Fairlady Z (250 or 270ZX if I remember correctly) which people refer to as "The Devil Z", as despite who's driving it, it always seems to be having a life of it's own. Even the main character, who owns the car in the series, changed the steering in the car just to make sure that it will respond to his driving. But nope, if there was something that might "bother" the car, as if it was a thing that's alive, it didn't respond to the drivers actions, even if the car was 100% fine and there was no need to repair it.

It's a pretty interesting concept and story actually. I'd say that check it out.

Actually I had! It sounds just like how the Camaro and I are. I wonder if there's a translated version... my Japanese is kinda rusty. All the Japanese I know came from a Chinese restaurant (I know, bad joke.)
For example, it took out a Keith Black equipped 440 Challenger. It had no business racing one let alone BEATING it, and the driver had been racing for a long time, but, it's like it decided it wasn't gonna lose... so it somehow found the power. It's always been like that, I never lost a race, even when it came down to cars I should not have beaten. My favorite, because the other guy was so cool, was a 98 Mustang BOSS, stroked with an intercooled supercharger. We line up, we hit it at the green light where I promptly killed the engine. I started it back up, gave it everything it had and learned the fuel pump couldn't keep up with the engine. I flew up the guys tailpipe and when my flaot bowls went empty we tied. He was so blown away my little naturally aspirated and carbureted small block... he admitted I would have beaten him easily if my fuel pump was bigger.