My annual Bitterness Day poem

Violets are blue, roses are red
I hate you, I wish I was dead.

This has been my official Bitterness Day poem for a number of years now; I drag it out every Feb 14th.

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Today has sucked.

Lizard and I woke up tired and grumpy, then spent the morning fighting.

Upon getting to work, I found that my connection to the news server is wonky. Slrn keeps exploding while getting headers.

*sigh* Can this day be over yet?