... and leaves me without the Triumph.

Still, I would rather have given it this long consideration, and come to the conclusion that this moto was something I really, really wanted, rather than acted hastily and doubted myself.

I will continue to repeat that, in a slow chant, until the deluge of filthy obscenities subsides to a mere trickle.

And I don't know why.

Nothing bad has happened to me today.
Nothing has really put me out of order.

Yet my hackles are up, and I want to poke everyone in the eye until I get bored of it.

Anyone else feeling extra-misanthropic today?