Holy shit, am I ever sick of myself today. I mean, this mood is awfully bad. Very victimized. Very world-is-out-to-get-me. And on the basis of no evidence at all. I have a lovely family but sometimes going home rubs me the wrong way, and I don't like the layer that gets revealed through the polishing.
Ag. Off to a fucking all-day seminar now, which is in no way contributing to an alleviation of this mood.