Get Fucked

I love that phrase. No, I really do. It seems to sum up exactly how I'm feeling right now. That's right. GET FUCKED.

*an hour later*

That was going to be a lot angrier, and a lot longer, due to a lovely, well-deserved sleepless night. But I got waylaid by an email or two, and have calmed down, and changed my opinion on certain things. So any metaphor-making, Shakespeare-quoting nerds - the ones who AREN'T Paul - who I may have had some (undeserved) angry thoughts at before, I am sorry. And, uh, don't get fucked.