haikus and happiness

For some reason I've had an intense yearning to write haiku. I feel like I could write one every day and then eventually I'd have enough to make a huge poster of them, all typographically aesthetic and all, and pin it to the back of my door to remind me that there are other writing styles besides short fiction and pretty prose.

I am currently annoyed with work, so I am wasting my time blogging for revenge purposes. I just phoned a company and after two rings, I was immediately put on hold. No, "CEB Technologies, can you hold please?" Just, "ring... ring... elevator music." And after listening to a synthesizer remix of Three Times a Lady, I got someone's voicemail. And that voicemail was not that of the person that I was trying to contact.

I know it's not my company's fault, but it's Wednesday. And I've decided that I am ten times more stupid on Wednesdays than any other day. Wednesday is the new Monday. Traffic was exceptionally enraging this morning, which doesn't help Wednesday seem better than Monday. I need to get some audio books. They help me to be less angry while behind the wheel.