brb wetting myself laughing.
absolutely no time at all, why do you ask.

No, I refuse! I do enough ranting as it is. I am zen.

(Though, if I were to do some ranting, it would probably be about how much I my work and the people in it, or why don't people just understand things, or god I have so many things to do I could just cry. But I'm not going to do that. See? Zen.)

God, I wish someone would give me theirs, so I could get rid of this fucking thing.

Nothing has worked on this cold for a whole week, and, dammit, it's supposed to be summer here!

(Stupid kindergarteners and their germs...)

The way that sentence ends in a preposition.