AARGH!

I have been angry for a solid week now. I can't say exactly what's making me so mad because it's all the little things that send me into flames.

Like when I come home to find someone parked in my favorite parking spot..."flames".
Or when my boss comes to ask me why I didn't get that major project done in time when he never gave it to me in the first place..."on the sides of my face."
Or when my phone at the office rings off the hook for 3 days, and no one else will bother to pick it up but me (it's not like any of the calls are actually for me anyway!)..."heaving, breathl-- heaving breaths."
Or when my house is a complete disaster because my parents are moving back in and taking all of China with them (a 3 bedroom town house CANNOT fit 50 years of accumulated junk...it's humanly impossible. Try explaining that to my dad though)..."heaving...!"

Now I understand why Mrs. White killed Yvette.