foul.

It’s not you. It’s me.

Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart would help me lift a bathroom vanity into the back of my car — my reaction has been justified, but in the rest of the cases, my rage has been entirely my problem.

I’m not usually a raving asshole — and, fortunately, I was largely able to keep the raving to myself today — so I’m hopeful this will pass and I’ll wake up tomorrow as my normal, cheerful self.

And that would be fine. Because today was not fun.