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I feel grouchy. I felt grouchy yesterday, when the gym was semi-closed in the evening, with only the pool and sauna open - a leak near a fusebox, or flooding, or something. I felt grouchier still at the wait for the bus in heavy traffic and damp cold. And when the guy two seats behind me on the bus was smoking, I lost the cool altogether, stomped back, grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth, and threatened to stub it out in his ear. He put it out and apologised in a very small voice.
Grouchiness was put off, however, by arriving home to find two of the non-household players of Middle Kingdoms waiting to play a game, having been led astray on dates by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
olethros. So we played a game anyway, and it wasn't too bad at all. And then some NWN before bed.
This morning, however, I was woken out of a sound and comfortable sleep, and promptly knocked the alarm clock down between the bed and the locker, where it continued to shrill at me from a place I couldn't reach it. I eventually got it, by dint of some contortions that miraculously didn't dislocate my shoulder. The bus was jammed with people, and a woman standing nearby had such perfume that I (and several others, from the coughing) could feel in the back of my throat. And someone wanted to interview me on the Dart about why I, a male, was reading Jilly Cooper. I glared at her until she wilted and went away.
Woe betide anyone who annoys me today. Razzle frazzle.
Grouchiness was put off, however, by arriving home to find two of the non-household players of Middle Kingdoms waiting to play a game, having been led astray on dates by
olethros. So we played a game anyway, and it wasn't too bad at all. And then some NWN before bed.This morning, however, I was woken out of a sound and comfortable sleep, and promptly knocked the alarm clock down between the bed and the locker, where it continued to shrill at me from a place I couldn't reach it. I eventually got it, by dint of some contortions that miraculously didn't dislocate my shoulder. The bus was jammed with people, and a woman standing nearby had such perfume that I (and several others, from the coughing) could feel in the back of my throat. And someone wanted to interview me on the Dart about why I, a male, was reading Jilly Cooper. I glared at her until she wilted and went away.
Woe betide anyone who annoys me today. Razzle frazzle.