I've been evil lately. EVIL. I am in a foul temper, hating the world. If one more person does something stupid around me, I'm gonna blow.
Poor Sarge has been catching so much shit. Although he is one of the intelligent ones, and as such I continue to respect him, being the grown-up I live with, he's still in the line of fire. Neither of us is a ray of sunshine, but I've got him beat all hollow in the Hater/Cynic contest.
Last night, as I was gearing up for a tirade, Sarge looked at me with scared eyes and said,
"Sometimes I feel like I'm married to Travis Bickle."
It derailed the rant temporarily, and I laughed. Hey, I take that as a compliment!
Then he delivered the blow.
"...mixed with Frank Booth from 'Blue Velvet.'"
"Don't you fucking look at me."
I cannot argue with the assessment, but it's somehow so much less flattering...
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up feeling like Errol Flynn in "Robin Hood." But I doubt it. Pass the nitrous oxide.
