I got physically pushed at work twice in the last five days. Once with scissors. Oh man.

Stupid Entry about another Stupid Sunset

Driving home from work on Friday, from a job that sometimes feels evil (but with small, few, and far between fuckin' awesome moments), I got pissed at my husband. Sometime in the super spottey AT&T service spots I managed to get pissed at him. Something. I don't remember, something about running errands, or running the house, or running to Waimea. Something. And I turned a corner and saw a stupid sunset. Stupid sunsets. They are so often reproduced. So many stupid photographs of sunsets, paintings, poems. They're all stupid because the real deal is indescribable. I had no choice but to stop being pissed during my commute. I felt so diminished by it, like I could have driven my car right off the face of the water and that would have been the happiest way to go. Maybe I get pissed for no reason a lot. Maybe where I live makes me kiss my husband more.