Last week I was so upset I could have p*ssed nails and not even felt it. I used every cuss word in my vocabulary (and they're extensive), threw down the TV remote and stormed out of the room, and that was before AC threw the pick. My daughter was afraid I was going to stroke out; she even said I better not watch anymore if it was going to affect me like that.
Last night I was not upset. Sad, but not upset.
Last night I was not upset. Sad, but not upset.