Ultimate Extreme Director of Multi-Media, AKA, Evil Flash Programmer (he wants a promotion REALLY bad) just informed me that "Fucked-upness" IS officially a word. It may not be in the dictionary (yet), but if I use it professionally (as in, "Could you assess the degree of fucked-upness of the situation?") nobody I work with would think twice. I'm not saying that my job isn't fun and rewarding, but I will say that I have never understood the expression "driving me to drink," quite like I have in the past few weeks. When alcohol starts sounding good, I'm either one of two things: extremely happy or about to be flattened by a steam roller (metaphorically speaking). I just keep telling myself, in the high pitched interior voice of denial "...this is growth!" After all, I could be selling debt consolidation loans over the phone, or traumatizing 12-year-olds with standardized tests. Perhaps, stress is my new drug, but if that's the case I'm going to need a lot more margaritas...

Just for today, I'm keeping it together (sort of).