Frustrated to Death

I wake at 5:00 am. How tidy of me. Willi woke me up jumping off the bed. Help. Now I’ve been at my computer responding to emails since then. I’ve noticed that after sitting at my computer for a while my head starts to feel sort of blurry and headachy. Do any of you know what I am talking about? It’s not exactly a headache, but I feel it in my head…a kind of dizziness perhaps from staring at the screen.

Great…I’ve developed a computer allergy. This is perfect. “Man in his early forties succumbs to virulent and annoying computer allergy”

Actually, lately I’ve come to believe that on my tombstone it will read… THATMARK 1961-20__: FINALLY AND UTTERLY FRUSTRATED TO DEATH AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ENDLESS SERIES OF STUPIDITIES.

Perhaps I am jaded. Perhaps my tombstone will read…JADED TO DEATH.

How grandiose of me to think that I will actually have such a thing as a tombstone.

Never mind. They shoot horses don’t they? For a minute I forgot how to spell the word “they”. How sad is that. I had better stop. Perhaps getting out of bed was my first mistake.

And so another day flops half-heartedly and tediously out of the frying pan with more than an ample supply of self-pity.