My G-d, but I'm in a foul mood. Perhaps it's post-trip doldrums, perhaps it's PMS, but I'm like to break the next inanimate object that vexes me, or the next person who obstructs me.
I think I shall sit on my couch and read. I shall lock my door and turn off the radio and advise the animals of the wisdom of behaving.
Oh, but I'm in a foul mood.
I think I shall sit on my couch and read. I shall lock my door and turn off the radio and advise the animals of the wisdom of behaving.
Oh, but I'm in a foul mood.