He stomped into
the room, fists clenched, shoulders
tense.
"Grrr! Grrr!
Grrr!"
"Snakes and
bastards!" (Thank you Agatha Raisin.)
"I am
overwhelmed by anger!"
STOMP! STOMP!
"And the
really bad part," he continued, "is that I can tell it's getting in
my way!"
"All I want
to do is bury myself under the bed and hide out 'til it's all over!"
"HELP!"
What do ya say? Ever been there?
