Ok, ok...

Right after I posted, it occurred to me that I should be thankful that I still *have* a sister (this was a pretty bad wreck, yet she is physically uninjured), and I am.

No, rilly.

It's just that when the Bluebird of Grumpiness is sitting on your shoulder, you don't think like that. My Bluebird is calling me a whining pansy wimp right now.

...and telling me to shut up and fuck off.

laterz.

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