I don’t know exactly how it happened, but I have a pretty good guess. How it happened doesn’t much matter now, though, because it won’t change the fact that I somehow got egged yesterday. And by “got egged” I mean “accidentally ingested some egg and therefore induced this mood-altering allergic reaction of mine.”

My first clue appeared yesterday evening in the form of a headache. My second clue was my inability to deal with that headache like a grown-up. My third clue was wanting to argue with everyone in sight today, and complain about everything I can’t argue with, and cry about all of that and everything those things don’t cover.

So yeah. Just leave me alone today (and probably tomorrow, and possibly the day after). I’ll be ok, and nothing’s actually wrong. It’s just that I might let down my guard and accidentally snap your head off, and neither of us wants that to happen.