Aaarrrrrrggggghhhh!

The groom is stuck in traffic.
The early labor was a false alarm.
The envelope contained marketing materials only.
The Senior VP who has final hiring authority was called out of town for an emergency meeting.
Your new love interest had to take a raincheck, something about a death in the family. Quick parting kiss on the cheek on the way out.
The sprinklers went on unexpectedly at the gallery - they have to delay the opening a day!
The projector is broken.

Fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk. How can they do this to us?! TOMORROW?

It's been "tomorrow" for a week now! If this drags on through the Thanksgiving holiday, I don't know what I will do! I am not at peace. I am not meditating. I am not calm in the eye of the storm. I am not patient. I AM FURIOUS!

In the meanwhile, I have one of these in my shopping cart, just in case:

Comments

[Hill]

Damnit Jayne!

I'M gonna steal that Ritual Suicide Knife if you don't tell your fans what's supposed to be happening!

(Really. I can't take this much stress!!)

And, er...good luck?

[T]

Now J,

Don't take it out on your fans, and by "Your fans" I mean "Me". Take it out on K & R instead, they probably deserve it for something else anyway. Don't believe the BBE's, you know they're really secretly mocking you.

:)
-T

[Jayne]

Hill: You CAN and you WILL take it. Handling a little vicarious stress for 2 days is CHILD's play compared to 6 months! And no, this is not a cheap ploy to stimulate. . . CURIOSITY, it is sharing my PAIN. Misery hearts company. TOMORROW. Until then, AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! (And thanks.)

T: If this shit does not go down tomorrow, I will not be AROUND to take it out on you, Princess OR R. They will look at me sympathetically and drunkenly with their Big Brown Eyes. Unlike your Zoolander mocking Blue Ice stare. Fucker. Why aren't you screaming, too?! (PS you know you won't get the insurance money if I commit suicide, so there.) AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!