I can't even talk myself out of it, which is a bad sign since I can count the number of times of that happening in the last four years on one hand.
Not knowing why I'm angry and not being able to talk myself out of it are guaranteed to piss me off even more - it's a working perpetuum mobile.
I hope it's better tomorrow, or the first person to ask me for a favour will die.
Maybe I'll hang a sing around my neck: "Seriously pissed off. Stay away."