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@Ronin... I’ll invite you along on a few of my
tear someone a new asshole vents I have been restraining myself from. There will be shouting. There will be waving of arms. There will be eyeballs bugging out of heads. There will be nose to nose distance. If I get
really in fine fettle, there may even be purred threats of dire and terrible consequence.
I know it’s not
quite the same as your own bad day, but witnessing other people’s bad days is the best I can currently organize.
Alternatively, you could come chop wood with me. Which is how I am currently
not chewing people out who deserve it. ...But I’d really love the excuse to let ‘er rip :sneaky:
A day spent chopping wood will
feel like a bad day, the next morning, guaranteed. At least, unless you’re in much better shape than I am. Right now it’s still in the “I hate life” side of things. And Inhavent even shifted the logs into weird positions, yet.
This is not me being nice. This is far more me being ‘misery loves company’ & besides... it’s more fun to groan (and bitch moan complain) in competition.
Look at this blister! Oh yea? Noodle arms. I can’t pick up my glass. Look? Flop-flop-flop.
You think that’s bad?? Lookit this!