First of all, my project is behind schedule 'cause the testing environment people were so pokey getting our environment set up. So, in order to make up the slack they created, us systems analysts need to now work shifts for the rest of the month because we all can't test simultaneously in the same environment. When we do so, we crash each other's jobs. So now I'm working a fucked-up schedule for the next three weeks with late nights and weekends and no overtime. I hate working Friday and Saturday nights. And I hate that I'm not getting overtime for it.
Next, I'm just plain feeling uncharitable. There's a dimwit over in the LJ roleplayers community who's espousing the "poor man's copyright" (send your manuscript to yourself registered mail, don't open it, blah blah blah) as a means of protecting author's works. The poor man's copyright has been worthless since 1909. I tried to set him straight, as I believe in spreading the word about the writing biz when I can, and he's just being irksome and pig-headed. Hell, I even cited sources and provided links which he blatantly said he had no intention of clicking on. The stupid git. It annoys me because I posted with good intentions--to set the record straight so folks won't waste their time and money on the useless artifice. And he's arguing with me while refusing to acknowledge my sources (my main one being a writer's lawyer specializing in intellectual propery and publishing law, deceptive acts and practices, and complex litigation). No reason. Just 'cause.
Okay, normally something like that wouldn't particularly bug me, but today I'm on a short fuse.
And finally, I'm especially miffed with myself because I seem to be, once again, mired in writer's block. I sit down to write, and nothing comes. I re-read what I've got to get back into the flow (my standard operating procedure), and when it comes time to make new words, nothing, nadda, zip. Fuckity fuckity fuckity.
Fume. Stomp. Growl.