I want my back to be fixed so I can go to training and work out my frustrations.
What I don't want to be doing is sitting in the office, facing an entire day of working with the people who made me so miserable yesterday.
And I really, really, really want to go to training and just punch and kick stuff for three hours.
But I can't.
There is some good news. At least I made my NaNoWriMo target for the day. Thank the gods for writing! It has saved my sanity more times than I can count!
Speaking of, I should get going on today's target. Have a good Thursday everyone!
Tears of the Tankard
The drippings of liquor on a man's waistcoat.
- Francis Grose's Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, 1796