There is no Mrs. Anderson, there is only Zeul.

I am having a crappy day. How abouts it's my grandfather's 82nd birthday, and I am a miserable sack at his birthday lunch. Outside of that, today is Hate on Whitey day. With the crap level of my day being so high, my tolerance for annoyance is uber low. I responded to a stupid question at lunch, and it wasn't the first one either. This shocked grandpapa, who chuckled at my retort. The underlying tone of the day is to climb out from the pile of s*#t that fell out of the sky and landed on me. And exterminate all of the a$$#*les.