Something's got me in a snit, and I'm not sure what it is.
It could be the bathroom downstairs, which looks as if a particularly successful college kegger was held there, with explosives. It could be having to transport my mother to multiple appointments, and the corresponding awareness of feebleness of which I spoke earlier. It could even be the having to cancel my appointment on Monday so as to be able to execute one of those transports, even though I didn't particularly want to go to mine; its something medical that I've been ignoring for two years, and now that I've finally gotten the gumption to go... It could be that my daughter is displaying a casual disregard for the concept 'do your homework' as meaning 'to completion, and not to where you feel like stopping'. It could be that Clinton is more or less even with Obama, and that people are saying that their opinion therein is affected by that (expletive deleted) idiot Wright. It could be the surprisingly chilly weather. It could be not having upper teeth. It could be watching investments dwindle in value. It could be, oh, any number of things.
I don't know what it is, but it's got me down. Sorry.
