No, I DON'T have a moment to spare.

No, I DON'T care why you're late.

No, I couldn't be BOTHERED with what you want.

Now, if you'll be so kind as to GET OUT OF MY WAY...

Speak up or shut up.

.....*

There seems to be something terribly wrong with me. My brain's all wired up wrong. Or it's overclocked. It feels as if I have to get somewhere FAST, and everyone's in my way.

Girls can just blame it on their period, I suppose. I wish I could write it off just like that.

Nooooo, with guys, it must be some deeper, sublimal reason. This is just Freudian angst expressing itself or some such rubbish.

Whatever it is, it occurs to me that I've felt it before. So it'll pass.

Probably.

The most disturbing thought that occurs to me is this :

There isn't anything wrong with me now. It's all those other times that I'm acting funny.