And a rock feels no pain.

Remember that post, a while back (I would link to it, but that would take more effort on my part than I can manage at this moment), in which I said something to the effect of, I fucking hate liars?

That statement bears repeating:

I fucking hate liars.

And at this moment, I am glad that I am not a big person. For if I were, say, 6-foot-5, 275 pounds, and male, I could/would inflict some serious physical damage on someone. Because, apparently, some people are incapable of feeling emotional pain (i.e. the occasional pang of a guilty conscience).

And fittingly enough (or not), this is the song in my head — and playing on the MusicMatch Jukebox — right now.

I Am a Rock

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow

I am a rock
I am an island

I build walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That no one may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain

I am a rock
I am an island

Don’t talk of love
Well, I’ve heard the word before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved
I never would have cried

I am a rock
I am an island

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one
And no one touches me

I am a rock
I am an island

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

— Simon & Garfunkel

And to make matters worse, apparently, the lake has turned over. At least that is what someone said today at work, and now my water tastes kinda funky, and me without any bottled wa-wa (as opposed to Ba-ba Wa-wa).

And now the USB port is not wanting to recognize the camera that is hooked up to it ... and I have some pictures I want to get to.

Let me just say it:

Fuck!

(Time for the stress-free, relaxing part of my much-hoped-for stress-free, relaxing holiday weekend to start kicking in.)