God, I'm cranky today.
Swore at Satchel (quietly, I'm POSITIVE he didn't hear me - though the look on my face would have struck fear in to the hearts of men twice his size), wanted to push Paul really hard in to the island - enough to hurt him, possibly draw blood - even though he didn't do anything other then stand in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Only Jakob was spared from my wrath - and HE peed the bed forcing me to squeeze laundry in to my already rushed getting-ready-for-work schedule.
I don't know why I'm so irritable - it's not even that time of the month where thoughts of evil swirl freely.
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