Everything is irritating me. It is like I have grit behind my eyelids permanently. Yesterday my customary lack of poise (or porpoise) led to my yelling at two innocent but misguided colleagues and scowling at the Yoshida brothers on youtube. Plunk-plunk this, you silly men.
I am also fed up with the cold. I just don't understand what kind of civilization can be built in a location where winter traps you in wool, summer saps you, there ain't any monsoon and you miss spring while in the elevator between the third and fourth floor (ref: Spellcheck's thesis on this phenomenon). I blame the Mughals for this. The Brits wouldn't know any better, the fools. 
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