i've been rightfully pretty pissed since sunday night. this afternoon, i was so lost in my own anger that some guy came up to me and was like "hey, 'grats on numero uno, dlew," and without even listening to him (really listening), threw out a "thanks."
as a remedy, i've spent the last 3 and a half hours self-flagellating. needless to say, my back is a fleshy, putrid mess.
it hurts bad.
it hurts good.