Oh, and my complaint. I ate something yesterday. Don't know what (maybe crackers?), but I cannot get the bastard out from between my teeth. I've flossed so much I think I'm going to need a blood transfusion, but something is in there and it doesn't feel right. Fuming.
Yeah, and another one. I rang my mum a few weeks ago and told her I'd been very depressed lately (we don't live nearby, we only see each other in person every few months). She then spent the next hour telling me how good my brother was at everything and how much better than me he's doing. Thanks mum, but maybe don't take that job with the Samaritans after all, eh?