Forget the fact that some people should never, ever be allowed to write emails because their brain fails to engage their ‘I’m being a rude, arrogant, insulting fucktard-o-meter’ before they hit send.
Forget the fact that I have to go ‘in country’ late arvo for a meeting and will likely be dodging were-kangas out on their secret Friday night run on the drive back home.
Forget the fact that I haven’t received any – well, okay kinda one – birthday packages yet.
Look. At. This.