Fried-Day.

So, so much for having an impressive day on Thursday, and so much for me wanting to wind that clock, I wouldn't, because Friday took my breathe away. And I don't mean it figuratively, I meant it literally. I almost died.

Maybe D.I.E. is a big word.

It may be small in my context, but big just for that moment.

I could almost feel like throwing up and really giddy for some reason. Some people just don't seem to understand and know the meaning of respect. And already losing my voice, I had to shout repeatedly at the top of my very frail lungs.

To be honest, they should be happy I didn't throw up on their faces. I had a very valid reason for that.. pfft.