Everything is making me rage today. I can't seem to make myself focus or get anything done. I've spent the day flouncing and sighing and bursting into tears like a hormonal teenager.
I have a slipped disc, tennis elbow and plantar faciitis and I got three hours of sleep last night. Since I woke up this morning I've had the most caustic heartburn ever and everything that isn't some version of bread tastes bad, even tea is not working

I made a tuna sandwich, took a bite, wept at how foul it was and put it in the fridge.
I usually have a lot of time to myself and as lovely as dh is, I'd rather stew on my own than be observed, and he's so bloody cheerful and productive, I'm ashamed of myself. And we're meant to be doing a Pilates class later, aargh.
Misery loves company apparently so if you too are having a rage day feel free to share.