I'm having a bit of irritable rage I need to talk myself down from right now. It all started when I decided to drive my new car down to a blues jam I used to go to sing at pretty regularly. Tonight I just felt like driving my new car, as I had a rare Sunday night off (except that I have been up since 4am and worked from 6am until 2:30) and I've been trying to be at least a little social. This is what happens when my shift changes - my eating schedule gets all screwy because I can't eat anything before work at 5:30am as it makes me a little nauseous to eat that early. So I had some granola and fruit around 9am, some almonds and apricots around 1pm. So when I got home at 4:00 after running a few errands after work I was really hungry and made a cheese omelette and PB toast. So was that "breakfast" for lunch or dinner? Consequently, I never made dinner because I wanted to go to the blues jam. I get there and have one beer and was kind of hungry so I am perusing the menu but I didn't feel like spending a bunch of money on a real dinner so I ordered deep-fried pickles-WTF? They were $5.99 and I basically got three deep-fried pickles spears cut into a couple of chunks. Was I ever pissed off - what a rip-off! I ate them because I was hungry but I complained to the waitress, who really couldn't do anything about it but I asked her to please tell the manager or owner that their price on this appetizer wasn't at all worth it and I felt ripped off. I told her I would never order food there again. The weird thing is I feel so much anger at wasting this money in the first place and I can't let it go for some reason...I think a lot of it could be hormonal but I still can't let it go. Why didn't I feel this sense of outrage when I'd waste $6 on a pack of cigarettes?

Come to think of it, I don't think I put a nicotine patch on today...hmmmm...