Have you ever had one of those days where you find yourself broiling with murderous rage on the inside for no legitimate reason while trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to maintain a smile and cheery voice on the outside?
The day was long. The tickle in my throat is still there. It was cold and I had to coach soccer. I had a dad trying to talk to the team while I was talking. First Egypt, then Libya, now my soccer team. God, I'm glad that tomorrow will find me sitting in a bar with a cold Boddington's and a Haitian.
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