Yeah, those of you who know me, know me to be a pretty happy guy. A guy who doesn't do "angry" well, even when I actually am. Well, this morning, I was irritable, really irritable. And every step of the day just worsened that disposition. And all I could think of was when the day was going to end.
And it ended, I was SO happy to get home. Away from the events of the day.
Ready to take a nice evening, and forget the irritablness of the day. Then I get one simple call, one "little" call, and it brought all the bad boogie back.
Oh how I hate you "little thing", how you are the Butt Itch I just can't reach.
Damn you.