WWTJD?

I'm trying that thing that Thomas Jefferson did, where he'd write letters while he was pissed but wait a day or more to send them, if he'd send them at all.

I dunno. I'm pretty pissed. Not steaming mad, like the time I hung up the phone, stood up from my desk, and walked to the men's room while muttering "Fuckers!" over and over again and punching at air, but I'm still ticked. It's my sister. We're both adults now, and yet the dynamic that we share has remained frozen, unchanged for our entire lives. She can still treat me the same way today that she had always treated me when we were living in the same house: manipulative threats, "give me what I want" attitude, and all. God forbid you don't play along, or she'll get really vengeful.

It's gonna be a looong wait.