If you have a problem with me? I'd appreciate you actually coming to y'know, -tell- me about it to my face. Not me finding out in a public setting that, apparently, that I'm bidding fair to be queen of kissing butt.
Yes, I'm probably tired and need a good night's sleep, and I'll probably be just fine tomorrow, and I should probably laugh it off because it's for fun.
Except for the part where it hurts like fucking hell, I'm sure it's all in good fun.