Something else to know about me...

I don't like post-party questions. Anything beyond "how was the party?" agitates greatly. Who was there? What did they have to eat? Was it catered? Who's this? Who's that? Why did they do that? Did they like the gift? What did they SAY about THIS? Why? Who? How? Where? When? What? I HAVE NO FUCKING BLOODY PATIENCE FOR THIS. I'm tipsy, i'm tired, I don't want to FUCKING TALK. If that makes me a bloody hard-to-deal-with bastard, so be it. *For the record, I had a WONDERFUL time at today's baptism for Silas. Jesus loves all of us even more than He did 12 hours ago.