So, I'm in a mood right now - the kind where if you're not of a certain personality type, I will probably kill you if you get anywhere near me or so much as try to talk to me. I don't know why I'm broadcasting this information, but if I don't get it out, it's going to eat me alive, and I'm going to explode. Actually, I suspect that I've been due for an emotional explosion for some time now, and today appears to be the day.

Things started out all right, then they just went BAM. I won't go into too many details, but I'm really wishing that Carly or my sister were here at the Cat with me in order to vent my frustrations to. I had to escape. So, I'm holed up at a table at the Cat, trying to tell my jaw muscles to relax so I can stop gritting my teeth. But it's not working so well.

But, on the other hand, I love Carly's husband.... I called to see if she'd gotten my text, but he picked up the phone instead. How does he answer?

"You have an angry face on."
"...." I'm thinking maybe Carly put him up to it. "Haha... Yes. Yes I do."
"Carly just left. I can tell her you called."
"Um... That's okay. It's cool."
"... I'll tell her you called."

Just that simple interaction and contact with someone sane helped, even though now I'm so upset that I'm to the point of being in tears. And my jaw won't unclench...

Good thing that happened today: All my biochem lab stuff got turned in without a problem and my Spanish final went reasonably well. Plus, I got disc 2 of xxxHolic today.

*sigh* Time to do my Spanish essay that's due tomorrow.