I hate St. Patrick's Day. I always have.
Please don't think because you have turned up to work in a green sweater that I will be happy for me.
I am happy for you.
I am homesick also.
I am also embarrassed that the most Irish of days is about drinking.
I am also annoyed that it's about him.
That guy who ruined a perfectly good matriarchy.
Still, I only ranted at one person today.
I guess after six of them (St Patrick's Day in Nova Scotia), I am mellowing slightly.
If you really care about me on Paddy's Day, just give me the friggin' day off.