get a grip feat.me

i. yesterday i worked all day reading and editing a 9-page essay which has LOTS of problems -- i am being paid in kind for the work, but the kind doesn't really cover the number of hours it's now taken me
ii. let alone the grief involved adapting my head to someone else's worldview in order to get them to express themselves best, as per request for editorial help, when actually i deeply disagree with them (tho as it happens i am also v.fond of them)
iii. waiting all day for someone to phone me who i thought was coming over for supper but must still be on holiday as no phonecall came (= missed chance to do something else in eve to unwind)
iv. hence encountered the "reasonable r4cist" who infests a couple of political blogs i read to "unwind" -- his name is br3tt b3llmor3 and his mix of pompous spite and selfishness would be bad enough even if he WASN'T pathologically hostile to black foax into the bargain
v. dad's carer suddenly discovers she has a phobia of mice, which has combined with her pregnancy to switch her from being v.keen to stay (and come back), which is good bcz dad really likes her, to incoherent panic and wishing to give up caring altogether and return to poland :(
vi. admittedly sistrah becky has borne the brunt of v. but she called me for "wise advice" while i was still simmering abt iv. and i could think of NOTHING TO SAY

i think i am becoming dislikeably intolerant and i hate it >:(