An Angry Rant

I hate talking about real life. Real life is boring, living enslaved to the rules a bunch of humans made up, within the scope of their limited knowledge and understanding, only 500 years ago. Real life is grim and depressing: good loses, evil wins, idiots manipulate the minds of the people to embrace nonsense, people die, and it all means nothing because change never happens and the world is going to end and make all of it pointless anyway.

So why would I want to talk about that?

Today sucked. I was alone all day. The cat broke a wine glass. Nobody wanted to talk to me. To top all that off, I haven’t eaten or had a moment to myself because I had to babysit this damn cat who’s determined to remove this plastic cone if it means destroying the entire house.