Pounding, pulsing, throbbing headache.
Caroline is screaming at me because I can't think of one more f*ing adjective with an -iew spelling pattern.
Jack is crying because I didn't spend three hours making "pot of gold" cupcakes and then surprising him at lunch.
The (supposedly geriatric) dog just jumped up and ate the ENTIRE MEGAPACK OF PORK CHOPS I PLANNED TO MAKE FOR DINNER. That's 16 pork chops. Please don't ask me why I bought the pack of 16. I can't pass up a bargain, okay?
Do all caps denote the fact that I am yelling? Because I am. Calgon, take me away. Jose Cuervo, take me away. Someone just get me out of here....