I didn’t sleep much, and that makes me grumpy.

I went into work unhappy and tearful, that full feeling where anything can push me over the edge.

I felt dramatic and curmudgeonly.

At one point later in the evening, a float person attempted to make conversation with me. I answered her questions, then apologized for not being very nice tonight.

Her: “What? You’re being very nice!”

It’s strange how we can feel so off inside, yet so conditioned that I need to be overboard helpful to my colleagues as well as doing my own work, that the resulting still normal behavior seems rude.

I’m not sure if that makes sense.

Not sure where the love is, but here is my,
Love,
February