Being unpleasant
Plagioclase’s been sick lately (allergies, probably), so his normal sunny disposition is clouded by *urgh*s and *hem*s. Unfortunately for both of us, that means there’s a whole lotta grumpin’ goin’ on here at the Rock Pile. I am unhappier when he is unhappy, and when I’m unhappy I’m grumpy. Snippy, cynical, argumentative… really unpleasant.
I wish I could get him to take something that would make him feel better — then I might also become more pleasant.
At least more livable.
