I have been dealing with a lot of people today – nobody in comments, relax – who seem to be determined to play with flamethrowers in gasoline-filled basements. I am not in a kindly mood. I am, in fact, in the kind of mood that makes me want to bounce spoons off of people’s foreheads.
I’m sure that this will pass by the morning. Or maybe I’ll just start gibbering. Gibbering has its points.