I am p issed, T. I haven't been p issed like this in a long time. The entire weekend I waited for you to respond to an email that YOU sent to me first, I was on edge. I didn't want to have that s hit clouding over what is supposed to be relaxing time, but there it was.

Today, you finally got back to me. And all to say pretty much nothing. I was waiting to see if I'd need to rearrange my schedule, but you couldn't let me know your schedule sooner? I was trying to help YOU out by shifting things around.

I'm not even being coherent right now. Since this morning, I've been hurling epithets at you in my head, and when I finally got your email, I just let loose with an outright F uck You. F uck you, T. This is ridiculous. This is absolutely ridiculous! Who cares? Ahhhh.....