Yo estoy.... Bored. Mucho boredo. Mmm... So I'm writing. About what, you ask? About... Irritation. It's like a nagging little gnat who won't stop buzzing in your ear, or chomping on your arm, always buzzzing... Buzzz... Buzzz... Buzzzz... And it's fine whenever they're not around, but as soon as you see it, you're automatically on the defensive. So, no matter how harmless or humorous the situation could be, you automatically are irritated to begin with and can't see the forest for the trees. Get me? Good.

I found myself being like this to my brother, then wanting to apologize later- which I didn't. Meh.