Strongest urge to chuck my laptop out the window as hard as I can, and then run outside and grind the pieces into the ground with my feet.
Feeling a bit disheartened today. Gulp.
I laid on the floor for 16 minutes, said every curse word in my head that I knew of, stared at the ceiling with my eyes half closed, and got back up. What else can you do but get back up?
I tried Chinese water torture on Stan last night using my finger to tap his forehead while he tried to sleep. The key is using an unanticipated pattern. Needless to say, I won that round. At least I won that round.