I gave my screaming pillow, ole screamy, a good workout yesterday after the bell. I kicked and hammered the bed, called up my mom and told her I didn't ask to be born, slammed my door, and put on my head phones and turned Black Sabbath up to 11.
It worked. I'm over it. Looking forward to what fiscal 2016 brings our way.
Gotta go to Hallmark now, get my mom a nice card.