Grumpy.

Sometimes I get really grumpy.

Typically I have no rational reasons to be grumpy. There is nothing to set me off. Nothing to make me angry or upset me.

I just get in a funk and I want to be really grumpy.

It doesn't help that I like to say the word grumpy.

Grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy grumpy.

In some ways it's not really a big deal. I'm good at mostly keeping my grumpiness to myself and not lashing out at people. (Not so good at not letting other people know that I'm grumpy...but good at letting them know it's not directed at them.) In other ways it's a big deal...because when I get into that funk, I start to get down on myself and ultimately I decide that I don't want to talk to people ever again.

Unfortunately, that is the antithesis of what I should be doing.

It's a vicious cycle.

Here is a picture I just found of one time that I got grumpy at my old job:

I decided to jump in the creek. (Don't worry, I didn't really. Jump. I know you were concerned.)

Now you know.

And there's still 65 pages of Japanese to read.