egphhhh, aaaaarghhh..

Thus far the drum of Monday beats at my heart like a silent attack of hatred. Oh I dislike Mondays, eh. Well the rest of the week should do me ok, but I guess its 100% my reaction to what happens so therefore I choose to have a good week. Eagerness to make a buck due to whatever crisis you want to call it, doesn't matter on this daunting morning, recent escalating prices on oil drums has escalated to near terror in itself. Well Chez informs me that my '73 bug is running on fumes when I'm already running late. Eh, yesterday would of been nice to know this sweet inhalation, BOOM, as I feel my heartbeat frustration. First gas station, every pump has someone their pumping there 20 gallons into their beasts at $2.08 a gallon, BOOM, the beat of anger. I need a mere 8 gallons to fill Betsi up (named after Betsy). Next station four miles away, petting Betsi and pleading with her to not run out of gas and strand me on the side of the road next to thousands of cars speedily on their way to work (the thought of someone stopping to help seems pointless in such a selfish microwave society). The drum beats of hatred once again, BOOM. The first electronic machine to purchase gas does not allow for user input *stupid broken dumb piece of man's machinery, I think to myself*, BOOM. I go to the next machine and it wont except the dear lady in front of me's card nor mine, BOOM. I go inside to purchase my measly 8 gallons, there ATM machine is down, BOOM. I have no cash, BOOM. So now I still have a 11 minute drive to work and its 2 minutes till I have to be there and I still have to get gas, BOOM, my heart beats anger. I go 3 minutes out of my way to finally get my 8. And get back on track... I get to work, no one is here, YES, everyone is late, I get to be by myself... I relax to sit down and type this. THANK YOU GOD for my ability to choose my reaction to the life that has succumb to be my ally. Why should I allow Satan to throw stumbling blocks in front of me, Satan I welcome them, they are just stepping stones on to which I can thwart your desire to try to steal, kill, and destroy my freedom and joy, and happiness, once again you can't prevail. Must feel good to be such a loser.