I'm feeling...

particularly vulnerable. It's funny how the teeniest tiniest screwups can throught us into such a state of unrest that we walk around our apartment swearing and smacking poor unsuspecting walls. Almost as if what we were annoyed about mattered. Even though we KNOW it isn't worth a mint in the grand scheme of things.

And an incessantly beeping watch is not helping.

May the day get better from here.