Crankiness

I talked to my mom today on the phone. She immediately asked, "Have you been crying?" I hadn't been crying, but somehow using her super-sensitive mom intuitive rays, she discerned in three seconds flat that not all was well. When she called, I had reached optimum cranky levels, and I did not want to talk. In fact, I wanted to curl up in a little ball and think about all of the things that are wrong with the world and all the things I have to do, while, of course, solving none of the problems and doing none of the work. Where does crankiness come from? Sometimes I feel like it descends upon me like a vicious fog. I hope it goes away tomorrow. I recommend everyone staying out of my way just in case, though.