I feel cross today. I don't know why, since the world seems to be in a proper balance - what with the sun annoyingly grins its oppressing radiance, and the wind provides its irritably assuring coolness to this afternoon.

This day just doesn't make sense. And that lacking of any logical explanation annoys me more. Arrggghhh! Fuck. I feel like hitting something. Anything! I feel like punching someone until he'll cry bloody murder, because after I'm through, not even New Jersey plastic surgeon Dr. Becker will be able to put to right his nose... and my pulped knuckles.

So, in order to avoid lawsuit and exorbitant medical fees, it's best that I violate my pillow's being by liberating all the feathers through a series of stabs and slashes from my trusty scissors.

After that, I'll be forced to sleep without anything to cushion my head. My very annoyed head.

And that, will annoy me even more.