It's been a surprisingly odd day, it has it has... somehow I expected it to be around 3-ish when I got up. It's not even noon yet.

I'm a little bit upset... I'm still very much in Hunger-Mode and rather than finding some way to soothe that, the two pets I generally count on the most managed to make it signifigantly worse - one by actively going out of his way to be rude, sullen, and uncooperative; the other by failing to call when he'd not only asked to but promised to, sworn he'd go and find a payphone if he couldn't use the phone at home.

So I'm a tiny bit peeved.

Just a bit. Just that little, tiny bit. Really.

Which explains why I am about THIS close to throwing someone - most likely one of the FIVE small children running around here - through a window, storming off somewhere, and shouting insults at policemen until I am either locked up or bored with it.

And plotting. Thinking. Planning. Because you see, I don't mind it when people for whatever reason REALLY aren't up to matching my mood... but I DO expect a polite 'fuck off', rather than lies or sullen rudeness. I expect better from my boys, really I do.

*shrugs* Of course, this could be compounded by the simple problem of distance and lack-of-contact. I mean really, how do I expect to keep order without physical presence to enforce it?

Simple. Respect.

And what those two scamps are showing is ANYTHING BUT. *sighs*

Yeah, I know, in the grand scheme of things these don't really matter. I know that really, whether or not a playtoy of mine is behaving himself is idle amusement, something to keep me from being bored, and little else. I know that.

It doesn't make me any less pissed off, sadly.

Ehh. I'll get over it. It's just a passing thing. Really it is.

Which is why I'm having to try so very damned hard not to give any orders to anyone HERE, not to break windows, not to go hunt for a nice sharp knife, etc.

Because it doesn't matter to me.

Really.

Honest.

And I'm rich and male and the Pope, too.