In our daily quest in trying to inflinct minimal pain upon your fellow man, (or woman) there are things people do that absolutely make you want to grit your teeth, or wrap their ipod headphones around their neck and pull really hard.
For the past two days, I've had a coworker that insists on blasting their rap/techno/Godonlyknowswhat over in the cube next to me. I'd have no problem except that I can hear his music even when listening to mine. And let me tell you, hearing the same, repetative beat for eight or nine hours a day makes me want to do very bad things to him.
So... That is what is bugging me this morning. That, and the suspecious lack of the nasty morning sludge that passes for coffee. Which my brain is screaming for right now since I barely got two or three hours of sleep last night.
Gotta love adjusting to an NTI mouth guard for Bruxism.