There are those days and THOSE days.
Today is one of THOSE.
The Zen master inside me says the world cannot irritate me, only I can be irritated.
The rest of me gives the Zen master a rude finger.
The zen master smiles and irritates me further.
Bare your head folks, for you just saw the smile of a dying master.
PS: I promise I did not attempt to write poetry.
PS2: I also promise this is not hormonal. AT least not for me. Everyone around seems to be swinging wildly though.