I won't even bother to whine and bitch.

And I promise I won't chain smoke or drink. Or binge on chocolate.

But right now I am closer to tears than I have ever been before in the past few months and it's all because of that styrofoam piece of crap lying at my feet that I am trying so hard not to smash into pieces.

There will be no official test flight video yet. That thing just loves finding new ways to fuck with me.