People in the hall rehearsing for tonight's concert are all, and I mean all, out of time or out of tune. It's frightening. Thank goodness all the awful people they've invited will be too drunk to notice, by the start of the concert.
ARGH they're doing that bloody awful version of Amazing Grace and oh god it sounds like they've wired Mariah Carey up to a sheet of metal or something. ~hides~
I am. So. Ridiculously. Absurdly. Over-freaking-sensitive.
Yeah, you can put up "I don't mean this to upset you" in flashing neon pink, and I'll go "Right, well, that's ok then" and burst into tears.