Noli me tangere

[muckefuck]

I don't know why I should be so damn peevish today.

But I am. Things aren't rolling off my back like they should. For reasons neither of us could've have foreseen, one of my students cocked up the filing I gave her this morning. I tried to make it sound like it was no big deal, because it really really isn't, but once she I had left and I'd had a chance to look over the stuff, I started cursing up a blue streak. I had to call up some titles, which are in Chinese, online and, instead of being edifying and enjoyable, it was merely annoyed. Damn inscrutable scribbles. Several people have come to talk to me today about this or that and, almost every time, I've been sitting there thinking, "When are you going to shut up and leave me alone" and hoping that they don't notice my impatience. I tried writing about my weekend, which was terrifically fun, in the hopes it would lighten my mood and it did, but so fleetingly I can't get myself to write more.

I got enough sleep, but I seem to have gotten the wrong sleep. Or maybe my star sign is going into Cancer, or I'm experiencing karmic retribution for past inhumanity. (Even so, I'm glad I yelled at you, stupid biking girl!) Whatever, this better stop before tomorrow when I see my next opera. The rubes we sit next to, with their whispering, seat-kicking, jewellery-jangling, and other hi-jinks (last time, I woman kept trying to read her programme by the guide light at the base of her seat; hey, lady! Why don't you watch the fucking opera instead of reading about it!), irritate me even when I'm in a good mood. If I'm this easily peeved when I have to sit by them for three hours striaght, then my next report is going to be posted FROM JAIL!

Comments

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Wow, it's like you're channelling me or something. Though I've been feeling oddly mellow the last few days. Wait a minute! You don't think ....! But that can't be, because I still can't read Chinese.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't read it either. I have to painstakingly look up each character in turn (except on those days when my brain is a little sharper than it is today and my stabs at remembering the common ones actually turn out to be correct). I even uncovered a spelling error. Normally, this would make me feel all chuffed at my own cleverness, but this time I only thought, "Oh, great! How many other records did she bollocks up?"

[lifeandstuff.livejournal.com]

I hate it when that happens. With me, it is usually a combination of sleep/stress that done it. I can't speak terribly from others. Still, write me from prison. I'll come visit and will memorize the line "I don't recall" for your trial.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I'm sorta resigned to feeling nasty when I'm stressed and sleep-deprived; it's when it occurs for no good reason that I get indignant. I had a terrific weekend and got a decent amount of sleep--heck, we even had that extra hour! There's no cause for testiness. Fortunately, I'm already less irritable than I was when I wrote that entry--at least, until the next thing goes wrong.