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The sudoku puzzle that broke the camel's back

Permalink 04/15/07 at 11:37:58 pm, by Ed, 259 words   English (US)
Categories: School, Work

I'm a pretty laid-back guy, yeah. Most things, I don't let them bother me. At least, not when you're looking, anyway. What, you say I have a peptic ulcer? Oh, OK. Whatever. I'm sure it will all be fine. The world doesn't stop turning for a peptic ulcer.

What? A twenty-page paper due tomorrow, and I spent all night working on my webpage? I'm sure I can pull it off. It'll be fine.

My security presentation's today, and I have to read half the book for my music class by Wednesday? Don't sweat it. I've got time. I'm sure I do. Between the sentences the teacher is saying, I can read the book.

I got the lowest score on the test in the whole class? Yeah, well, that's not terrible. It's not like I'm a straight-A student anyway. This semester. I'll live. I hope. Just don't bug me.

I'm a month behind on my day-Sudoku-Calendar!? GOD! OH, GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAS THE WORLD COME TO!? IT'S OVER! RUN, BEFORE I STAB SOMEBODY! I SWEAR TO BUDHA'S LEG, SOMEBODY'S ASKIN' FOR A WHOOPIN'! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I may as well slit my wrists now, but I might survive, and then I'd have a huge clean-up job, and I'd have to buy a new keyboard, and it's just not worth it.

Oh, well. Next time. Next time, when I'm at somebody else's house. Then they can clean it up. Well, at least all that yelling has reduced my stress. Funny how you'd think it wouldn't, but it does.

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