I am all sorts of cranky today. This is your disclaimer: everything and everyone is making me nuts. Slow walkers on the sidewalk beware, I will weave in an out of you crawlers until I break free. Person searching for you Metrocard while blocking the entrance to the subway I will loudly sigh until you move. Person who just rescheduled a meeting for the third time I will curse you as soon as you put the receiver down. Wine, I will be drinking you as soon as it is an acceptable hour to do so.
I have so much pent up frustration I actually want to go for a run. Me wanting to run is obviously a sign of impending insanity. I want to blast music, music of the bad pop variety, and just run. Or maybe blast my bad pop music and dance? Yeah, dancing sounds a little better. Phew, I was really scaring myself there for a second.
You know that feeling where you just want to tell the world to back the eff up? That pretty much sums up my attitude today. Watch out world, angry New York Jew on the loose!