28 May, 2003 - 8:44 a.m.

isn't it horrible how when you're stuck in one of *those* moods, every small thing .. every little sound .. every overly used mannerism that irks you about somebody else increases in its annoyance factor fifty-fold?

I'm in a mood foul enough to kill off my own offspring if I had any, and I don't know how to go about alleviating it. There doesn't seem to be an immediate cure.

I hate it. hate it. hate it. hate it.