I think I'm turning into a old white union laborer...

I am not sure if it was not eating, no water, or the paint fumes in an enclosed space for 3 hours, but all I wanted to do was get a beer and sit in the front of the TV. I even went as far as having delusional fantasies about having my high haired wife who I would refer to as bitch to get me a chimay. Then criticize her for choosing the wrong kind of glass. Bitch don't you know Chimay should be served in a goblet. Damn woman.