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I hate these angry moods of mine.

They blow through me. A blast of stifling hot air cutting through the air conditioning to smack you in the face when you roll down the car window in the middle of August.

They have no rhyme or reason, however. Unlike summer weather, I can't predict when they'll roll into town. They make no sense and I hate it beyond compare.

adj : in a state of sulky dissatisfaction

These moments are the ones when people should stay away from me, for fear of leaving with a steak knife jammed in your eye.

*sigh*