I got criticized tonight at work and it hit me so hard. That happens often when you're an under-achiever in an over-achieving family. I need to be a man and suck it up. Why do I want to cry, though? I am so wire thin sensitive even after all the recovery I've experienced.
I've got 12 deliveries to do tonight. The store is closing in ten minutes. I better get on the road.
You know what my first thought was, though? I wanted a drink. I wanted to buy a twelve pack of beer and drown my sorrows. I've got to grow some thicker skin.