Is it bad that I kind of want to be half-murdered tonight sometime between the end of my meeting and before I have to report at 5:30 am tomorrow?
I'm not asking to be killed or raped or anything; all I want is to be hit over my head, or have my limbs broken, or put in a brief soap opera coma so that I'll definitely recover, but just not able to fill my role for the next 36 hours.
It's me, Laura. Are you listening?
So there's that,