I dropped off my kids at school this morning, turned on the radio, and our local branch of the NPR talk empire came on.

Listening to NPR is akin to watching a car wreck–you know you could turn away, but you just can't bring yourself to.

By the time I got home, all of the little morning enthusiasm I could muster had been sapped from me. The analysis of the shifting Bush administration media gameplan to shore up their favorability numbers, the news from Iraq, the review of the vote a year ago to give Bush the green light to do whatever he saw fit in Iraq…my bile was coming up. After a really happy weekend, in ten minutes worth of drivetime my whole mood had been inverted.

A driveby visit from my parents this morning (they were returning items left behind by my sons from their weekend camping trip with them to Gettysburg) only served to exacerbate things; they were on their way north again, and we had seen each other for only a few hours over the weekend. My funk runneth over.

Not to mention, I have deadlines today stacked around me like cordwood.

Fsking NPR, dropping their filtered reality and punditry on me so frigging early on a Monday. Fsking radio, being tuned to the low end of the FM spectrum. Fsking Monday. Fsking world.

Maybe I need more coffee.