Pissed at myself. At my life. At everything.
I just yelled at this poor girl at work for no reason. She was just trying to set up a lunch for my group, and I felt the need to tell her how much I hate eating lunch, and how much I loathe doing just about anything in these stupid work clothes.
I did go over and apologize, but I obviously shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on her in the first place.
It's not her fault that my life sucks. It's mine.
I think I need to take a vacation to Antarctica or some other unpopulated place. That way nobody will have to deal with my crap until I've learned to deal with it myself.