I'm at work at 6:40 AM on a Saturday morning. My face is dry, my eyes look old, my hair is not right, there's something in my underwear scratching at my nuts but damned if I can find it, and I've somehow gained three pounds since yesterday. So go ahead. Push me. Gimme a reason, bitch.
ADDED: If you're checking out song lyrics and, as you look down, you happen to catch your reflection in the CD jewel case, do not under any circumstance look directly at it, especially if you're already in a crap mood.