I did not have a good day yesterday.
I was stressed out. I worked late. I came home and caused trouble.
I hemmed and hawed. I bitched and moaned. Nothing Jeff said or did was right. But I took out the brunt of my frustration on inanimate objects.
What I'm saying is, I may or may not have punched the couch.
Jeff started laughing. "You know what you remind me of?" he said.
The only acceptable answer at that point would have been "Salma Hayek after an oxygen facial."
Instead, he pulled up this Onion page:
Eh. He kind of has a point.