Today I didn't have many spoons, and wasted some of said spoons on getting up early and forgetting there are two six o'clocks in the day and having a total panic attack that I'd slept through the day and ohgod.

So, with what few spoons I had drastically reduced, my day has been one of quiet anger. I have no idea why I was unable to be my usual patient, helpful self today, but I couldn't.

Drive, smoke, bed.

...also, stop sneezing.