Angry.

I'm so angry and frustrated. Angrier as the day wears out. I'm crying! My theory behind the tears is that eventually it hurts so bad to bite your tongue you have to let it out... and I'm at that breaking point. Every time my foot falls too quickly, every time my hand cramps up and won't let go of what I'm holding, and every time I forget what I'm saying or where I'm going. I'm angry. No, I'm pissed off. I'm livid and furious, and trying to desperately make it not obvious. So I'm hiding and crying in the laundry room while holding myself up on the dryer.