1)  Journals that are less positive then the predecessors:  although this can't be helped right now.  I neeeded a spot to get a little off my chest.

2)  Filthy Roommates:  Got woken up this morning at 8, which wouldn't be so bad except it was a rough night of trying to sleep so I've got maybe three good hours under my belt, to the sound of banging on my door.  It was Maintenance informing us to toss our trash from the hallway or face $100 fines per bag.  However, this trash is related to the epic breakdown/scrub down of a few days ago, and I'd considered my part in it over.  I cleaned, I bagged, and took half of it out--I didn't even want to take that much to the dump but my roommate asked for some help because she couldn't fit the shit-ton of garbage into her car to drive it to the dumpster, so I took half--come home to find she'd taken all but three bags.  Just left them.  Didn't think to make a second trip.  I was so disgusted I didn't do anything about them because quite frankly, I washed my hands of the situation (enough times to officially qualify as an obsessive, I think).  Fast forward to this morning at 8 'o' clock where it takes threats of monetary charges to get my roommate to behave like a reasonable adult.  The hell?  The hell.

3)  Useless psychologists:  bit of a personal family thing going on with my brother who happens to have autism.  Some aggression issues, some depressive issues...you'd think it'd be fortunate to have one of the leading autism researchers in the state to work with--well it's not.  The man's a flaming moron.  He hears 'autism' and because he's got awards and plaques for his work with autistic people, he thinks he knows exactly what the problem is...which would be stupendous except he's glossed over 'treating people with autism' and gone ahead to 'treating autism'....which for anyone with, or growing up with someone with autism, you know is impossible.  

The man didn't ask for any family history, didn't ask anything about my brother's personal history, didn't do anything except hear 'autism' and 'aggression' and promptly prescribe a pill that results in diabetes and bitch-tits.  That's gooooood doctoring there.  I mean really, what does a family history of depression going back three generations have to do with anything?  Or that he's endured major emotional trauma from a divorce and subsequent abandoning by his father.  I mean he's autistic, it's not like he's got the capacity to understand any of it, right?

4)  The misunderstanding that autism is the same as mental retardation:  it is not.  My brother's not stupid.  He might have speech and motor issues, obsessive behavior patterns, and circuitous logic but he is not stupid.  It drives me (and him) crazy that autism has that sort of tag.  The man has subtle sarcasm down to an art; sophisticated, genital shriveling silent saracsm.  And this isn't a fantastical projection: he's a thinking, feeling person, not a monkey minus the fur...which seems to be the general perception of autism.  Don't know who started it, but they're a twat.

5)  Indigestion.  It blows, 'nuff said.