My bitch for today is my neurotic self. Twice in the past two weeks I've spent my lunch hour walking across downtown to the post office, walked in the door, gotten scared for no logical reason, and turned around and walked out again.
Fuck angst, I need stamps. 
Yeah, but don't they have a public section open with vending machines available twenty four hours per day?
Honestly, I haven't bought stamps that "Old Way" for about twenty years. The only times I have stood in line at the post office in many years is when I have had to mail something internationally.
You can order stamps online these days, too, you know. Probably need to use a credit card.
I get the angst bit though. I'm a "big tough guy" (I know size, toughness, gender have nothing to do with it) and I was getting some of that today, too.
