And happy with my life. We can all do the jobs that are assigned to us like fucking robots, and I could be a fucking animatronic fucking doll in a "it's a small world after all" Disney fucking style place. I want to punch Gregg Easterbrook in his face. He is the worst sports writer on the entire face of the planet.

I feel better. It's amazing how much better ya feel when ya get something of your chest.