Honestly, do you ever have days when you wonder why you even bother to care about anything? Do you work with people that worry about such minutia, that not only sweat the small stuff, they bottle it, make it into a pill and take it everyday as a suppository up their arse?
If so, you have a small understand of what I endured today. It's killed my buzz and I haven't even bothered cooking tonight. I ate one scrambled egg, yes one, as we only had one with a little bit of cheese. My lovley boy had "cafe style raison toast"... hardly the stuff of culinary delights.
I'll write again when I don't want to recommend we all put shot guns to our head.
