It’s naptime here in the Bradstein Household, so I should be in bed now, curled up with Mama, not curled up here on the couch, roasting my chestnuts under an open laptop. But I’m cranky right now, not at all in the mood for rest or comfort.
In fact, I believe that I’m downright ornery. Cantankerous. A real pain in the ass.
…oh hell, I don’t feel like going through all of this again. Go read it where I first wrote it, over here.