Flights on time. Hotel’s fine. Contract’s mine.
The trip was worth it, and I got the business. But I’m mad, and I want to punch someone.
Because I have a nasty cold. Because my throat hurts. Because I picked up something on the plane, and my throat hurts, and my head hurts, and I’m a long way from home, and I feel like crap, and I feel miserable, and I want to make someone else miserable. Because that would make me feel better. Just to hammer someone.
And yes, I know that wouldn’t make me feel better. And I know I’m being stupid. And I don’t care. Screw you, you not-understanding-why-I’m-being-such-an-asshole person.
I’ve been physically assaulted with extremely solid objects, and sustained actual injuries requiring actual recovery, and it hasn’t made me such a petulant, whiny pussy. But this multi-damned cold makes me feel more lonely and sorry for myself.
So I don’t care if you think I’m an idiot for not going to the big celebration dinner tonight. To hell with them and their smiles and laughter. Don’t they know my throat hurts, and my head hurts, and I have aches and pains?
I feel like being mean to someone. So everyone better stay out of my way. I can be really mean. I mean it.
I’m going to stay in my room and be mad.
You'd better not knock on my door.
But if you maybe sent up some tea with lemon and honey, I guess that might be okay.
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