Nope. Still nuts. Still can’t be corrected on something trivial without feeling totally worthless and dumb. And now I don’t want to talk for the rest of the day.
Correct me on my writing, the work I’m doing, I’m fine. Correct me on my pronounciation of a spell in Harry Potter and then patronize me for claiming to be a fan, and I’m worthless.
Lame. Lame lame lame.
I think this is the crash from the cupcake sugar rush I had all morning.
