.he brewed a song of love and hatred

Story of my life at the moment.

I was sitting on a bench right outside the Peace Corps office, trying not to go from plain ol' depression to catastrophic nuclear meltdown, when a militsia car drives up.

One dude gets out. He says, "Hello."

I say, "Hi."

He tells me that I can't sit on the bench. I say, "What?" and he repeats himself.

So I get off the bench and stand next to it. He says, "Okay," and they get back on the car and drive off.

Jesus effing Christ. Somebody deliver me from this clusterfuck madness that has become my life before I fly off the handle entirely.