Ode to Perfectionism

I really, truly dislike being a perfectionist.

Makes it incredibly difficult to be satisfied.

Not exactly something one can turn on and off at will.

Isn't very endearing, either.

Makes me even weirder.

Inspires me to try harder.

Summation

Hail-o, (being realistic today) person.

Today was interesting.

Stronger language than I intended.

Stronger fingers than I intended.

And I didn't even have the urge to do a ritual suicide and/or slaying.

A good day, altogether.