Finally, the truth of the matter is revealed. And on CNN, no less. They need to get someone who’s not so dyslexic, though. Hey, dude, the N and the U need to be switched. Coverage of the Obama-Clinton ralley from a place called Unity (New Hampshire, that is).

Anyway, I’ve been convinced that the world, in general, and politics, in specific, is nutty. After the petition drive that I’m working on now is over, I AM OUT!!! I’ve gotta take care of the anxiety and emotional instability that I’ve been feeling lately. Until then, Brien Barbour will be my shrink (since his song “Life’s Too Short To Be Sad” is the only thing that’s made sense today, and it’s been a while since I’ve made a post in support of Brien).

So this is me saying that I’m going to officially be taking leave, probably sometime in mid-July to concentrate on getting my head on straight. I’m talking forty days and forty nights. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the Devil shows up to greet you after that amount of time, especially since he’s been working on me for awhile now… Hey, Devil, we’re on for mid-August, right?

My boss posted a link this morning in an online teamroom. I bookmarked it for later perusal. Once I got some free time this evening, I went to the site and played to my heart’s content. It was a warning sign generator. Here are some of the favorite ones I created:

I’d like to thank the folks out there on the Internets who’ve been emotionally supportive of me over the course of these last thirty-three years. This is my official resignation letter.

When contemplating whether to live or die, by default we choose to live. By “live”, I mean things like breathing, eating, sleeping, crapping, keeping up the basic flow of things. I’m not talking about the people who think life’s a journey and try to make something great happen with it. Usually those people are continuously assaulted by assholes whose only concern is eating and crapping all over your shit. Usually by thirty-three, you’ve had enough and are eager to seek death, even through means as gruesome as crucifixion.

The straw that broke this camel’s back was another problem with my Dell Inspiron E1705. After spending hours trying to work with the retards from Dell to resolve the problem, I was told the same lists of things that I’m always told is the problem. Needless to say, the past problems really weren’t things like file system corruption, a virus, conflicting anti-virus programs, or iTunes software is not supposed to work on Dells. I would think that Dell’s customer support is filled with the stupidest people on the face of the earth, but I would be wrong. They are at least smart enough to ride their apparent incompetence for some big bucks.

Now, I know what everyone’s thinking — well, they’re not, since no one gives a shit what I say or think — “resigning” over a series of technical problems is silly. I could go on and cite the litany of other things wrong with this world — being driven down by everyone else’s resignation, being told you’re stupid constantly, women valuing you mostly as a possible sperm donor, the ignoring by everyone else.

What started as an exercise that hoped to move me toward making fun of my gloomy phases really hasn’t done that. A lot of this kind of makes sense. Anyway, it’s just a writing exercise. As messed up as I feel now, I’m pretty certain I’ll be around to blog another day.