All I want is indictments.
Seriously, I feel like there is some very serious pressure building -- the infection needs to be lanced, and soon.
I know it's a disgusting analogy, but that is where I am this week. Something has to happen, and I hope it's a controlled burn rather than an out-of-control fire.
Ok, I mixed my metaphors, it's just that kind of morning. It's how I roll.