One of Murphy's laws. And if it isn't one it should be.

Why is it that when you don't want to talk to happy, cheery people, they come and seek you out? Is it some sort of sadistic-radar? Do they think they are helping you? Really, miserable people want to be left alone. So go giggle elsewhere before I get out my instruments of torture.

current music: Lorreena McKennit, in a desperate attempt to calm myself.
current mood: Fucking cranky