Idiot!

I stalk into the women’s bathroom and eyeroll at the massive queue to the cubicles, my mood plummeting. I can’t even get close to a sink, let alone a mirror, and turn on my heel to find somewhere else to mope instead. Anger and upset merge into one, and I can feel that dangerous wave of tears moving from my stomach to my throat, threatening to engulf me. I am useless when drunk; now I know the inevitable is coming. Tears, tantrums, and woe are me, and this couldn’t have ...