I stopped myself from telling a client to go fuck themselves today. THAT is progress, people. I think that alone is deserving of some kind of medal of honor, and a good dose of dark chocolate. Alas, the carefully made, antioxidant rich, dark hot chocolate I made did not seem to quell my urge to go back and say what I think and feel. Someone needs to park her ass at Godiva until this urge to yell at idiots passes.