...the incessant whining, the navel-gazing, the bitching, the carping, the harping, and the griping. I am not even going to go on and on about how every time I get a little tearful at my doctor's office she sends me home with a bag full of antidepressants (can't a girl just get her cry on every now and then without being accused of clinical depression?).
And that's all I'm going to say about that. You can thank me later.
"Someone's boring me. I think it's me."
~ Dylan Thomas