No problem on Sunday.
Monday? Nothing wrong, except the stuff that was wrong.
Tuesday? All good.
Panic panic panic freakout panic he said *what* panic panic panic panic.
Essentially? Someone said something on Saturday that scared me a hell of a lot, but that has only caught up with me right now.
And I'm *angry*, because it was stupid and irresponsible of them to say it.
Which would sound so much more forceful were I not curled up as small as it's possible to be on a swivel chair.