Pea’s dwarves are angry because all of their water supplies have frozen.
I would like Pea’s dwarves to all die various horrible deaths for my amusement, followed by Pea apologizing for wanting to make his own decisions about how he handles email correspondence with his boss, followed by Pea apologizing for not wanting to leave the house and do something fun, when I needed to work all afternoon anyway.
In not-unrelated news, the clomid has made me a RAGE MONSTER today, and I’m insufferable to be around. So. Angry. All. The. Time. One more dose tonight, and then hopefully this will be out of my system by Monday.