I'm CROSS. I'm just disgruntled and pissed off and out of sorts and in a black mood. Don't get in my way, because I'm not in any mood to be patient or sweet or forgiving. I'm sick of being taken for granted and walked all over and being asked for advice ALL THE TIME and never being given any credit for it and ignored and disrespected and pushed around. And that goes for colleagues and students and dogs and neighbours and bloody well anyone who's likely to cross my path.
So there.
So there.
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I wonder if this is something to do with the time of year? On the other hand my attack of 'some impending doom is hanging over me' and general gloominess the other day probably had its roots in the imminent work move; one is not necessarily at the mercy of the seasons and the elements.
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