i'm losing my temper with people more quickly than usual today. something about nitpicky planning in a small, too-warm room gives me that under-the-skin annoyance. i'm hiding right now--trying to avoid speaking to anyone.

my internal dialogue is all over the place since i got back from texas. what am i doing in new jersey?...i'm starting to think grad school would make me less miserable. and less miserable is about all i was hoping for--until sunday. but people shouldn't make me nearly-content, i should be able to do that myself.

instead, i think about events in terms that make me miserable instead of just enjoying what's happening. oh the irony of my life.