I have come to the horrifying conclusion that I have totally lost my ability to suffer fools.  It has become physically painful. I find myself gnashing my teeth and tearing my hair in a desparate attempt to distract myself from the white hot burning of my innards.  I am vaciliating between homicidal and suicidal. At first, I want to put on my orange people hunting hat and invest in some heavy artillary in hopes of destroying them all, but then I realize that for every one of the assholes I destroy there are millions more poised to take their place and it seems that sweet death is my only escape.  And then my beautiful girlfriend makes me chocolate chip muffins and I manage to choke down the bile that has taken up permanent residence at the back of my throat and slog through another day.  It really is the little pleasures that make life tolerable.