when I wish I was a drinker. Since I never drink alcohol, even a gin tonic should be enough to knock me down. And I sort of need it. Picture this: vet waiting room. Me looking like shit, wearing a hoodie and jeans three sizes too big. Puppy had vomited on my chest due to car sickness. My phone rings and I find myself chatting to a member of a European Royal house at the other end of the line. This person wants me to issue a damning statement about people I dislike (but cannot publicly condemn or support a condemnation of). On the other hand, these people have been assholes and the source of much of the misery I’ve been personally experiencing for the past couple of weeks. So, I’ll just say one thing: FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. Strange, I do not feel one bit better.
