Frustrated

The best way to irritate me and force me to take a break out of my day to cry for a tiny bit is to not return my phone calls in a timely fashion. It wouldn't be so bad, but I am particularly nice on the phone.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG.


Self-medication through blogging and representational yelling. This isn't a bad development. My laundry day can continue without incident now. I feel so much better. :)