Manstruation

I must be manstruating as it seems almost everything I've done today has been designed to elicit a response of supreme irritation from me.

6am woke up from an extremely fitful night of sleeping. Negative dreams and poor health from what I am now thinking is actually a cold and not allergies.

A small, unsatisfying, unvaried breakfast.

Argument, well maybe just on my side, about a child support issue. Divorced in one state, living in another, ex living in another and kid living in another state does not make doing this stuff easy.

My hair wouldn't do anything today other than make me look stupid. Not ugly, stupid. Ugly can't be helped, stupid is more of a choice. And thus a greater affront.

Renewal time for one of my professional licenses for a job I do like one month a year max. Feels like a waste of time, energy and so on. For the two days this month I've been tentatively asked to do nuclear medicine.

The US Post Office. Oh man, did the director of the DMV teach these people how to be at their jobs? Horrid. I hate that place and will no longer ship stuff there no matter how much cheaper their shipping is to foreign countries.

Rawr Rawr Rawr.

No ammo for me anywhere I rode to today. Found stuff for other people though and bought it for them. Small consolation. EDIT. I bought them the wrong stuff. Crap.

Gifts. I love to give gifts. SO it was with great irritation today that I couldn't find the motorcycle I want to give for a an upcoming gift. Aaanndd the other gift that I bought the place online I ordered from wouldn't ship it till after I sat through a phone call of them trying to up-sell me more stuff.

The pharmacy at my HMO. I've actually made multiple formal complaints about them and I might start again. Good thing I have a back up to my $1,500 shot I am supposed to have today. Swear words!!!

The mouse/track pad on my laptop won't adjust to a sensitivity that I like.

I actually get a free lunch today but even the provider of said lunch, who ate the same thing as me, said it was "eh, ho humm". Not the thing when you are already at the cranky level of hungry.

Followed by a motorcycle cop, while on one of my motorcycles, almost all the way to my house. STOP following me!

The person at the HMO's parking lot who told me, "you can't park there. i'll call the cops and you'll get a ticket." I can't type what I said back to them as they caught me with the red mist rising in accumulation from all the other minor, petty things today that I'd reacted to with anger in my irritation.

I'm not going to even finish this list of my day's death my 1,000 cuts but rest assured I have at least 5 more things and it is yet only 2pm. I still have a lot of the day to either bring it around or totally melt down.

Which do you think will happen?