Dipshit's "Pill Schedule"

Yes, even things he does that don't remotely affect me AGITATE me. So he's taking pills for SOMEthing...he's ALWAYS fucking sick. I know he's on pills because there's a piece of paper labeled PILL SCHEDULE on his desk, the desk I pass in our circular, two-entrance railroad apartment daily. Now, he's not 70 with 6 different, complex medications to take. He's on ONE bottle of pills for SOMEthing...so my first eye-rolling critique is why he even NEEDS to write it down. Um, he DOES have a brain, right? As far as I know, he's not mentally retarded. Oh, yeah, then there's the BOTTLE of pills itself with daily intake instructions on them. But my MAIN "God, he's a fucking idiot" point of rage is that he wrote out TOMORROW AT NOON, FRIDAY AT NOON, SATURDAY AT NOON...all the way through TUESDAY AT NOON. Um, WHY not just write out "DAILY @ NOON TILL TUES." or some OTHER super truncated version??? WHY?!?!?!? He wrote out eeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvery word possible, like you would back in school when you had to write an essay with a certain amount of words, but you knew JACKSHIT about the subject matter, so stretched it out with absolutely pointless nonsense. Christ, he couldn't even substitute "@" for "at"?!?! Ugh. So fucking agitating. Clearly, his superfluous speech extends to the written word. A complete waste of time. Then again, many reading this would argue that this BLOG ENTRY was a complete, and ironic, waste of time. I'd argue differently, of course, as I consistently MUST point out the stupidity and/or time-wasting prowess of others. USUALLY, it directly affects/enrages me. This time, it's more so a SEINFELD-esque scene where Jerry would've gone on and on to Elaine at the diner about how something peripheral his latest girlfriend did irritated him to no end. Summing up, Dipshit needs extensive & superfluous visual cues to remind him to take his ONE DAILY PILL.