One Hundred Twenty-Nine

What is it with you? I wake up and you start throwing things at me. First it's my girl--she's upset about a slight that I don't even remember giving, and then, at the coffee club, you put some idiot in charge of the discussion--anonymity breaking long talking fool. So I think, well, maybe it's just a hiccup in what's going to be an incredibly beautiful day, but I'm not so sure. Should I go back to bed, wake up tomorrow and start again, or, should I ride it out--grab a bear rifle and face whatever comes with an attack and kill demeanor? I don't know, but when I figure it out, you be sure and give me your best shot, hunh?