Casting about for that elusive ideal
The truth. The truth. The truth is…, I keep hearing in my mind. The truth is… The truth is, I’m pissed. And by pissed I mean the North American meaning of the word. I’m not drunk (though I may be slightly tipsy from the 10% alcohol sparking wine I opened a short while ago), but I am pissed. As in angry. As in furious.