I broke that rule a little bit ago, and I regret it--not for what I wrote, but that I lost the time it took to write it. Worse, I have spent that time burning in anger. Worse still, I snapped at my wonderful wife who innocently interrupted the fiery chain of thought in which I was wound--scorching her in the process.
I would say that I don't like it when I get this way, but that would be a lie. The sad truth is that I find that burning gall "sweeter than dripping streams of honey." It is only after the anger cools, like now, that I am filled with remorse--a feeling common to any glutenous indulgence of sweetness.
If you will excuse me, I need to apologize to the love of my life.
I would say that I don't like it when I get this way, but that would be a lie. The sad truth is that I find that burning gall "sweeter than dripping streams of honey." It is only after the anger cools, like now, that I am filled with remorse--a feeling common to any glutenous indulgence of sweetness.
If you will excuse me, I need to apologize to the love of my life.
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