...some thoughts
How difficult is it to get angry at someone for something as trivia as talking? Apparently not very hard. It washed over me suddenly, not unlike a tidal wave, as my over-active imagination would put it. Perhaps I've been supressing my annoyances towards her once too often, that's why it came around and bite me in the ass at my most vulnerable. I never profess to be an angel anyway, and I'm certainly no pushover.
Assignments, deadlines, expectations... life can really slip past a person when he does not make a conscious effort to incorporate down time into his busy schedule. Sometimes I wonder, do we really run our lives, or do our lives run us? This is the time when my brain gets really scrambled and a lack of sleeping hours does not help much. So good night! or good morning/afternoon/evening whenever.

