Cue the epic tantrum with swearing and crying, although I haven't started throwing things yet. And okay, while there has been some swearing (that's nothing new, I have an epic potty mouth. Go me.) there has been almost no crying (I did whack myself in the kneecap with my car door earlier and that hurt a lot). I did eat extra porky pepperoni, bacon and mushroom pizza in direct retaliation, it didn't make me feel any better.
This whole entire thing just fucking sucks.