Can I throw a tantrum now?

My morning so far:

EVERYONE: "Hi Phnee! Be a doll and put out these five fires and fix these ten problems? Thanks!"

Also, even though there are six people working this morning, apparently everyone else has broken both their arms, since they can't seem to answer the damned phones.

AUGH!

I haven't felt this stabby in a very long time. I have been going to bed early every day this week, and it's not helping. I want to drive something long and sharp and hurty into someone's eye.

Feh.

I am in a bad mood, and so to compensate I give you the World's Happiest Tortoise. Seriously.