To go: Gripe, one, posthaste
They (who?) say that every time you bite your lip, someone is thinking of you at that moment.
The truth of this is highly questionable. Nevertheless, it warrants a posthaste gripe. I hereby resolve to hunt down the person(s) who has(ve) thought of me no less than nine times today, and unleash severe amounts of pain on them.
You should see the state of my inside lower lip.