1. Sunday nights suck. I can have a delightful afternoon with my family, but after 5 P.M. all bets are off. I feel like my insides are made of lead.
2. Well, the leaden insides may be due to my obscene consumption of malted-milk-ball eggs. And sweet potatoes and corn. But probably the chocolate.
3. There are things going on that are NOT FAIR. I know I am a petulant child, I know I have more good in my life than bad, but still. This is not how things were supposed to turn out. I didn't work this hard to wind up in this pickle.
All right, Lisa. That was a nice rant, but now it's time to suck it up.