Someone found this blog yesterday by searching for “feeling stressed the. fuck. out”

I’m feeling somewhat better after spending an enjoyable evening with my brother, his puppy and a six-pack of summer ale, but I’m sure I’ll be wound tight and pissed off again before the close of business today.

I’m just waiting for someone to tell me something like: “Don’t forget to relax!” or “Make time for yourself!” or “You must take care of yourself!” Oh, yeah, I fucking dare you to say any of those things to me. Unless you think my idea of self-care means unemployment, you wouldn’t like how I respond.