Alright, everyone. Take off those darned kid gloves. You don't need them with me. Starting to make me feel bad for having snapped at a few people today. I'm a big, bearded, hairy biker guy who happens to know how to bang out code.
And, no, I'm not drunk. Only had one beer, and that was hours ago. But I'm feeling much better, having vented my frustrations to my wife and to Matt, and of course the catharsis of standing just a couple feet away from a nice bass rig and really wailing on it.