It’s one of those days in which the world, through no fault of its own, happens to exist; and the very fact of its existence is incredibly irritating.
EVERYTHING is irritating, up to and including myself.
This, poor readers, is what happens when I don’t get enough sleep: I sporadically fluctuate between manic hyper happiness and hypersensitivity.
(Please don’t ask me how many times this emotional roller coaster has crashed during the past 8 hours. It hasn’t been one of my prouder days. [Emotional stability is TOTALLY overrated anyway.])