It's a beautiful day in Chicago. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, people are walking around with a spring in their step and a smile on their face. Somewhere out in the countryside, kittens and puppy dogs and fuzzy little lambs are gamboling about in the fields, entranced by the wonder that is life. And you know what? I don't fucking care, because everything is pissing me off today.

Current banes of my existence:

• Traffic
  
• My contractor, who didn't show this morning ("Oh, I should have called you last night." Yes, bitch, you should have.)
  
• The Polish language, which the subcontractors speak almost exclusively and which I don't speak at all.
  
• My teeth
  
• The dental profession as a whole.
  
• The high-pitched whine of the drill
  
• My vivid imagination and passing knowledge of power tools ("What is she using in there, a belt sander?")
  
• The smell of burning teeth.
  
• Tooth bits.
  
• The smell of burning temporary caps
  
• Cap bits
  
• Novocaine hangover, and the concurrent stroke-victim facial expression.
  
• Insurance limits
  
• Money, as a concept.
  
• People who don't push the "Door open" button when you're right outside the elevator.
  
• Hiccups
  
• Waiting to hear about employment possibilities.
  
• The gaggle of high-school students currently cluttering up the concourse of our building as they wander around at some bullshit model government conference or something, thus getting in my way when I'm already in a pissy mood.

Wake me up when the world has been re-formed to my specifications, ok?