Hell hath no fury like me

My life is so boring right now. It is truly astounding just how 'banging-my-head-against-the-wall' dull the past few weeks have been. I've spent nearly every single day - morning to night - working on the Negotiation/Arbitration Competition. And I'll be spending the next two weeks on it as well.

And I've started getting testy... not surprisingly. I must've read the 40-something page question at least a dozen times, scanning through it for facts that I may have missed before, and the other day (having been working on it for a month now), when my team were debating how we should approach a certain point, another team member who had been disagreeing with me mistakenly thought that it would be very clever of him to ask me in a smarmy tone whether I've bothered to read the question...

Anybody who knows me will be cringing right now, having just read that, because they would well be aware that that is exactly the wrong thing to say to me. Surely enough, the SEVEN GATES OF HELL proceeded to open, Beelzebub possessed my body, and I absolutely went off at the guy. I started off with a (sarcastic) verbal left hook - "The question? This one here? Why no, I haven't read it. Does it say anything interesting?" - and jabbed with the right for a bit, and then finished him off with a match-ending uppercut - which involved me telling him exactly which orifice of his body I believed would best accomodate his copy of the question.

Which brings me to my next point - that rattish, sour-faced little dork who keeps on staring at me and my team through the window of the door of the room in the library that we use for our meetings. He was standing in the book shelves yesterday, peeking at us through the gaps as we were waiting to unlock the door to the room. He keeps on giving me death looks - probably because of the volume of our discussions... but if he finds it so disturbing, then perhaps he shouldn't sit right next to the doors of the meeting rooms. He'll get a dose of Beelzebub as well if I catch him doing it again.

May the Gods protect any of the other contestants (or judges) who piss me off during the competition.

It's almost over...