Snarl, snarl, growl, hiss, spit

I haven't got a clue why, but I am in an unreasonably foul mood this morning. I want to shred people for perfectly reasonable requests, yell at them for talking, and generally drive them out of the house because they're breathing my air, damnit.

There is no reason for me to feel this snarly. The mood just settled over my shoulders like a particularly rotten, badly-tanned animal hide cloak with skunk-tail trim.

I'm going to savagely kill things on the computer for a little bit, and see if that and caffeine improve my mood any.

Calmly Addressing a Subject

This is going to start off somewhat rambling, but I promise, there is a point in here somewhere.

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