THE ENEMY:

Or, the return of the rage. (Taking a cue from Chad's blog)

Last night, my arch-nemesis returned.

It was 5 in the morning. I suddenly awoke from my deep slumber, wondering if I’d obtained a new, obnoxious alarm clock and hadn’t realized it.

But it was much, much worse. I’m including a file photo:



















Come to think of it, I vaguely recall putting on my slippers, walking outside, and stomping around in my boxers, and possibly yelling “Die! Die! Die!” while doing so. Or maybe I was weeping.

Either way, this is my vision of how this matter will be resolved:















I have my eye on you, you little bastards!