Heat Stroke or Hate Stroke?
I can see why you'd assume that my default mood is irritable, since so many of my blog posts are soaked with irritation and eye-rolling, but I tend to be a very calm, even pleasant, person. Until it gets hot; then, all bets are off. My patience dwindles as my hair expands and I find myself grouchy to the point of hysteria at the slightest bother. My phone autocorrected "Dunkin" to something asinine and I practically wailed. I never felt more of a kinship to Sonny than I do in a heat wave.
Needless to say, the following bit made me actual cry from frustration.
Jason: You know, I wanted to help, and -- and I thought, for a second, that she might let me. But she can't get past what happened.
OHMIGOD, DID YOU NOT JUST LET OUT A STRING OF EXPLETIVES THAT MELDED INTO ONE UNINTELLIGIBLE, YET ODDLY EFFECTIVE SOUND?
My brain would not let me process the rest of the episode*. I saw some (hilarious) shenanigans with Heather and Luke, who delight me, and some excellent police work with Padilla and Anna, which is SO weird to say, sarcasm-free, but I remember absolutely none of it, mostly because I spent the entirety of their scenes saying, out loud because I am crazy, "She can't get past this horrible, life-altering tragedy?! The one that happened THIS MONTH?! FLARRRRR*."
*Also, I fell asleep a few minutes after that.
**"Flarrrr" is the best approximation of the sound I made, although not a perfect one.