Vent...

When the timing is bad, expectations are sky soaring and the people are less. Why is that everything is inversely proportionate to bad timing accept hard luck.
This place will never complaint thankfully about how much I crib. With the temperatures on an all time high right now, my patience levels seems to be diminishing too. And I pity those people who are forced to live with me in such torrid times. I should be venting out regularly, in order to keep some smoke out of my system.