*stomps around, scowls at things*

I am just in the most pissy-assed mood of all pissy-assed moods, and I've been stuck there for a good three or four days, and I just can't quite snap out of it. Particularly since I'm not quite sure what's caused it.

Could be moving.
Could be my job and the fact that I am steadily loathing it more and more every day.
Could be reading about wank that made my tummy turn inside out and backwards.
Could be the fact that I still have to clean my whole apartment.
Could be that I'm stuck in place, and I don't know where I'm going with my life yet while we're in London.
Could be that I'm just a pissy-assed cranky bitch person lately, and I need to snap out of it and get over myself.

I want to sleep for a month. But instead, I'm going to go to work and deny movie tickets to 12 year olds who think they should be allowed into 14A movies with no ID... because god knows that'll cheer me up.

Lord, I really am self pitying right now... somebody slap me around or feed me sourdough bread or just tuck me into bed for about a year.