Slept poorly. I wildly nearly finally exploded on someone who started having a loud and whiny conversation 5 feet away from me as I was attempting to read. Felt my heart rate increasing, the pressure behind my eyes congealing into ball bearings, crackling like the first kindling of forest fire. I was about 10 seconds away from losing control … but I think my rather unsettling glare finally drove the Fine Upstanding Citizens away [“uh… come outside and talk to me…” *squirm*] Which I suppose is good, as Cathartic Experiences tend to lead to Unpleasant Consequences.

Tired, tired, and all sacrifice’d out. I was growing slowly sullen waiting for rewards that may never come. Inwardly wailing about the bloodsuckingly mulctuary nature of my current circumstances.