There’s a song with the following lyric: “If you see me coming, you better step aside.” Maybe you recall the lyric from another song: “don’t tug on superman’s cape, don’t spit into the wind…”

I am in a damn foul mood.

I don’t really mean to be rude and obnoxious, I just am.

It’s the wind shift from the fruity south and gulf to the grainy, cold north. Especially the gusty high winds.

It’s the full moon. The full moon has affected me my whole Cancer/Moonchild life.

It’s the change of the clocks from daylight savings to standard time

It’s the change from summer to fall.

It’s the asphault. It’s the San Andreas fault. It’s my fault, my most grievous fault, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

I’m cold to the bone and can’t get warm.

I can’t put down the top on the Miata.

The cash flow in my law practice has been disrupted by events out of my control and that stresses me out.

Bitch, whine, snort and fart, I’m having a temper tantrum and I’m taking it out on the world.

I’m not getting as much nicotine as my addicted body wants.

I’m having such a big snit that I don’t think I could be satisfied even if BKMDANO did win the lottery.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

That is all. At ease. Return to your posts.