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Leave Me Alone

I don't feel like it today.

For whatever reason, my temper's been on a hair trigger lately. Maybe it was the hurricane remnants, which have finally passed us by. Maybe lack of sleep. Maybe it's because I haven't had a beer in over a week (no particular reason for that, either, except drinking interferes with my video gaming, and I wanted to play video games). I don't know, and I'm in no mood to do the necessary introspection to figure it out.

I'm aware of my bad mood and try not to let it affect others, though the cats might be avoiding me more than usual.

But look, there's one thing that's guaranteed to make matters worse when I'm in this kind of shit mood, and that is: asking me why I'm in a shit mood. "Stay away from me; I'm grumpy and don't want to talk." "Oh? What's wrong?" "GAAAAH!"

Don't. Just don't. (I mean, now you want to do it here in the comments, which I'll ignore, but I understand the urge.) If I knew what was lighting my fuse, then I could do something about it. Since I don't know, asking me just makes me rage more.

Just another reason to be glad I'm single.