Angry
I'm not really angry. There is no target for my anger. There are many things that are bugging me, and I suppose that I have made myself susceptible to engrams (to use a term from Scientology, not that I subscribe to their beliefs) this morning that just brought about feelings of anger for some reason. Maybe the smoke from the pancakes, I dono.
There are some things on my mind for which there are no good or organized venue, and I fear writing them all out here because they would be misunderstood or taken into each other's context, when really they are all mostly separate thoughts. Happy thoughts are always good to start with.