I knew I ought to have been appreciative of JK's kind gesture in hooking me up with a guest invitation to a HUGE freebie piss-up on Monday afternoon, but.... the excessively strong Belgian beer we'd been obliged to drink throughout was doing such evil things to my liver and my brain (and my pride and my dignity and...) that a certain element of resentment and regret had started to take hold before I even left the event, and was fairly raging by early evening.
Mixed feelings indeed. I decided to send him the text message:
"I bear you a grati-grudge."
I suspect I may use this again. It sums up rather too well how I feel towards my friends most of the time.
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