Oh, just ignore me.

Today I am living up to my nom de plume. I am surly. I am also tired, grouchy, irritable, grumpy, cross and a little bit poorly. It's the worst sort of a little bit poorly - an indefinable not-quite-rightness that is making me want to cry/sleep/kill (not necessarily in that order). It's one of those day when the little things that don't really matter that much get blown out of all proportion in my mind and upset me. The only solution is to go out tonight with the Other Half and have a thoroughly good time. Fortuitously, that's exactly what we have planned, so that's alright then. Except I don't know if I'm in the right frame of mind because I sort of know that the thing that's annoying me this afternoon will hang around like a moody teenager, glowering and scuffing its feet until I acknowledge it, whereupon it will immediately cause a prickly sort of conversation that I hate because I come off all moody teenager (that or consumptive Victorian brave-in-the-face-of-private-and-unappreciated-torment girl). Hopefully in the interim glittery shiny things will happen and cheer me up.

I'm irritating myself now. Carry on.