One thing goes wrong and everything else
seems to follow suit. I can’t seem to get away.
Once I’m annoyed, I stay annoyed. The smallest
irritants that shouldn’t cause me any grief just add
to the rolling ball of exasperation that is building up
in my stomach. The only way to dissolve the frustration
is to have something go right, and then something else
go right. This pattern has to continue until I’m back
to my normal self or the fury starts to rise again,
unabated. It just does not seem all that fair.