Shit
Fucking, fucking hell, work is so godawful at the moment I don't even have words. I am stressed and upset and want to stab people and DIE. In happier news, Evil Dan Scott turned up trumps on OTH, I made risotto, have had a glass of wine, and watched Tim Minchin on last Friday's Jonathan Ross, so feel marginally less shitty. Would feel better but I'm fairly confident tomorrow will be as much if not more of a shitfest as today. Mostly I just want to cry and throw things, in my time-honoured toddler-tantrum way of dealing with adversity. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.