If you had the opportunity to fly one small item in space, what would it be and why?

OMG PLEASE REMOVE THIS FROM MY HEAD

If you're blue
And you don't know
Where to go to
Why don't you go
Where fa-shion sits...

Yesterday, I was an angry black cloud.
Tantrummy, foul-mouthed, brow-furrowed, scowling, prone to bouts of fist-pounding on my desktop.

Today, for whatever reason, despite having my morning start off with a session with a speculum, I am sunshine and flowers. Everyone's hair looks so cute. Oh my God, LOVE those pants. I want to go around telling people how awesome they are, and give them hugs. I have a team member that was gone to Japan for a work event all last week, and every time I've seen her today, I want to cry with gratitude and relief that she is back. I tucked my shirt in.

What. The. Fuck.

Can you please explain to me how it's not productive to go about screaming obscenities, beating on one's desk, and throwing things?

Are you sure?

I don't think I believe you.

I just looked down and noticed a glob of peach cobbler on my boob.
I have no idea how long it's been there - 30 minutes? An hour?

Nice.

Yes yes yes, Oh My, yes.

I wish my brain were fast enough to keep up with my mouth.

Sigh.