A combination of irritation at a wasted vacation day, and impatience about the lack of closure I feel about a particular situation (people here can probably guess what that situation is). I feel oddly optimistic about it based on the most ridiculous evidence, insinuations and observations. This optimism is frustrating to me since a part of me thinks I'm likely to be disappointed.
"Note that the word “mute” (from Latin mutus and Greek μύειν) is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing it to be seen hiding."
- Anne Carson