Albert Pinto ko gussa kyo aata hain?

Damned if i know or care. मुझे गुस्सा क्यो आ रहा हैं? That is the 64 million dollar question. I'm sleep deprived, already backlogged with admin, hungry and seriously cranky with the damned song running around in my head, and it's only just gone 10 on a Monday morning. Wonderful - middle aged and in a seriously bad mood. Charming combination. I'm angry that I've abandoned Babu and don't have a 1300 word piece to edit in the class I'll be giving a miss, annoyed with all the crippling doubt on timing, seriously aggravated by this uncharacteristic indecision I'm mired in, struggling to pay the kind of attention at work that 2009 demands, weary of the continuing restriction to my mobility and missed yoga classes, wondering what on earth possessed me to say yes to uber boss' suggestion I take on the team training for this year, appalled by my eroding net worth, bored of the sulky weather, irritated by perky soon to be ex-friends, pakaoed by the incessant buzz of the blackberry, infuriated that I still can't tell if it should be रहा or रही, exasperated by the drought of 'suitable' men in my life at this moment, wound up for not having glanced the the Bengali books since last summer, cheesed off by the mother Hubbard syndrome, caught between wanting to be left alone and being smothered. Scared of both! Sheesh! That's got to be worth 37 million right there. And the transliteration on this site sucks. I am seriously ticked off.