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“Argh! I can’t take it any more!” said Greg, waving his hands at his laptop.

“What?” said Brigid, raising her eyebrows at the uncommon burst of emotion.

“All the sniping! All the indignant posting back and forth and bickering about stuff that doesn’t matter. All these blogs, my Twitter feed, even people sending me IMs. It’s like everybody’s unreasonably touchy and ready to start ranting and attacking and sneering each other at the slightest provocation.”

“Not at all like you, for instance,” said Brigid.

“…” said Greg.

“Dammit,” he added, and sank into a funk.

-The Gneech

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Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

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radbaron
Apr. 19th, 2012 04:58 pm (UTC)
These funks must be very comfortable. I see a lot of people sinking into them, sometimes never to leave again. The only time I see people getting out of a funk is when they leave in a huff. Can't find that car manufacturer anywhere. Must be a bike.
rowyn
Apr. 20th, 2012 03:00 pm (UTC)
*giggles madly and stops ranting*
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