People, are such volatile, capricious, promiscuous creatures.
unhappy and upset now and will caution people against talking to me. I'm probably just distressed over my revision(which is getting me nowhere) and my distress is triggering a paroxysm of disgust toward everything/one around me.
(& I forgot to add in presumptuous--- people are highly presumptuous as well.)
I WANNA SLEEP/
or talk to someone who knows and will understand.
Or my mild ranting may just evolve into a full-blown tirade.