I get pretty quiet and really short with people I'm talking to. My patience fuse can get obscenely short, too, and somehow I'll let any little thing just add to my bad day.

These usually happen at work, and my friend Cortney will usually try to make it better in the afternoon when she has time to come talk to me. When I do have a bad day, the little things that people do for me seem a lot nicer/more significant and meaningful than they probably are.