Peaved

I am annoyed. Perhaps it is the immense amount of work I have to do for the class I am teaching. Perhaps it is because we have to move soon and I hate moving. Perhaps it is that an irresponsible dog owner and her flea ridden dog gave my little puppy fleas. Perhaps it is because it seems no one can figure out that I kept my last name and insist on stripping me of my identity. Perhaps it is because once again the temperatures are on the rise here in the south land. Or maybe it's just because every once in a while I reserve the right to be peaved.