Whiner Alert

Breaking Point: Reached

Time: 0806

There were reasons for skipping over certain areas of this blasted piece of underwater topographic crap. With nothing left to do but these little dimensions of blah, I am forced to work on them. The biggest gripe is... the data makes no sense. I cannot find ways to connect those little contour lines to make them happy, and because of it... I am not happy.

Who would have thought that drawing would be such a pain for an adult. Oh, but it is.

Loathe. Hate. Abhor. Despise. (sigh) Those are such wonderful words at the moment. I cannot stand little, nappy lines.

Just like I told Jessica yesterday, one of my favorite phrases is "Nuke it!" That's right. Destroy it all the way down to one of the smallest particles of matter recognized by man. That's right. Simply nuke it. I'm sure Iran would be proud of me for such actions.

Side note: I apologize for the racy political humor. Secretly, I like such things. Is that horrible?

Nuke it. Nuke those contours. It would sure make my life easier.

(Kerrrrrrrrrshhhh) Over and out.