I am going to SCREAM!
I've worked all day. Visited three shops this evening, put some more plants in the border, altered two new black concert shirts, and done the ironing. And NOW? At a quarter past eleven, I am sick and tired of refereeing between arguing adolescents.
OK, I know, I know. Get real. This is what real teenagers are like. Must they swear at each other with such venom, though?