The day started normally enough - with me waking up to my demon cat in my face, standing on my boobs, and yelling at me.
Coffee-less and crabby, I started to work. This didn't go well. Everything everyone said was irritating, like nails on a chalkboard or bees in your clothes, all at once. Nothing on the internet was working. BFF was instant messaging me gibberish (she really wasn't. Everyone was innocent. Except the clown babies).
The world was just all wrong. What was happening here? I started getting irritated with everything. All the irritations built up until I was surrounded by a Miasma of Rage.
I closed my curtains, took some advil, put in a Buffy dvd, and shut out the sky. After that I could function again.