Nervous
You know that pheromone high you get when you make a decision that your KNOW is stupid and risky? You know the one I'm talking about, with the fluttering feeling in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach and all that? Well, I want to know why I decided to have that kind of decision on a Friday during work. I mean, all that did was put me into a snappy mood throughout the weekend, and make me even more snappish as the time to do my incredibly stupid task came closer and closer... its almost time for the task now, and all of a sudden I'm finally realizing just how much of a DICKHEAD my nervousness has made me.