(Repost) The joys of a good shoeshine.

Earlier this morning, I woke up went to the kitchen... poured myself a coffee and opened up the laptop to check the news. Drudge is all... well the same old shit. (Projectile vomit.) And here is this shrill demanding that I respond to her insane request for... XYZ. It immediately set my mood from "neutral... shifting into start the day" to "insulted, angry, and go into attack mode".