A Pot of Molten Rage

Why is every person I speak to on the phone today a total shit! This goes to reconfirm my theory that all accountants are miserable bastards, though Helen would disagree as both of her parents are (and they're rather lovely). I'm going to make myself sound more scary on the phone today to beat the bastards back. Gits gits gits!

I had a dream last night that the Railway Children (the Jenny Agatta bunch) went to see The Doors in concert. Then a guy called Brian (who must have been the Brian from "My So Called Life") was standing outside a room I was in, banging his head against the door. When we looked out to see if he'd gone, he was standing up asleep against the door.