I'm sick to death.

I'm in a shitty mood this morning.

Actually, I've been in a shitty mood for about a week.

I'm sick to death that there are more people telling people what to do than there are people doing things.

I'm sick to death that ass-kissery not talent is what it takes to get ahead.

I'm sick to death of people with big egos and small portfolios.

I'm sick to death of bombast.

I'm sick to death of finger pointers.

Of no-shows.

Of allocators.

Of deck dicks.

I'm sick to death of Brooklyn.

Of poseurs.

Of wool caps in the summer.

I'm sick to death of people knowing everything about cool places to eat and nothing about politics.

I'm sick to death that we have more people scheduling work than doing work.

I'm sick to death of second-guessers.

I'm sick to death of everyone's 'two cents.'

I'm sick to death of the iPhone.

I'm sick to death of content.

I'm sick to death of Mondays.