For instance, after a pretty nice middle of the day, I find that, at the moment, I'm in a singularly rotten frame of mind. And of course, that nice middle was right after a morning which involved me staring down a desk full of Ford representatives, and quite loudly yelling "No! This is un-fucking-acceptable, and if I don't have a mechanic's hands on my car in 10 fucking minutes, someone's head is gonna fucking roll!" No, I'm not quite sure why I snapped like that, but I will say that it got results. Sometimes I forget how scary I can look. ;)
Anyway, yeah. Rotten mood. Me. Move along.