I hate being in a bad mood. It's such a vicious cycle: when I think about being in a bad mood, it only gets worse. Then people start asking me if I'm in a bad mood and then it just reminds me that I'm in a bad mood. Then I get all worked up and tire myself out. And then I'm tired in a bad mood and it just becomes more apparent.

... and to think it all started when the vending machine didn't give me my stupid bag of chips.