I’m having a morning where I don’t know why, but I’m resentful and angry. I don’t have much to say beyond that. I guess it’s a good thing if it motivates me; it’s a bad thing if it means I’m going to lay on the couch all day and wallow in self-pity and be a baby. And it’s more or less that I’m angry with myself rather than anything else. Nothing bad has happened. It’s just one of those mornings. And I had to blog it to get it out of my head, so there it is. Now I will make an attempt of productivity.