I'm annoyed at the moment. I'm annoyed that a year ago I weighed 50 pounds less than I do.
I'm annoyed that Mike is in jail, calling Bart, attempting to make us feel guilty once again that he is in jail.
I'm annoyed that I have to confront John this afternoon about the direction he is heading and the things MIke told us John has been doing. According to MIke he has been violating his probation and if that is the case will soon be in jail as well. He wants to live here with all of the privileges and none of the responsibilities. I wrote him a letter that I was tempted to post here, telling him the way things are. I'm too annoyed to face criticism that might come from something I didn't say right.
I'm annoyed that I haven't done much today even though I said I wasn't going to be annoyed by that.
I"m annoyed that Rand, when he does do something, does it at such a frightfully slow pace and with so much opposition that it wears me out to get him to do anything.
I'm annoyed that even taking the medication I am I still get tired in the afternoon.
and I'm annoyed that writing this blog post has only made me less productive.