Warning: swears ahead.
I’m hoping my mood improves today, because by the time I was going to bed last night I was in a fuck-off-get-fucked-fuck-you mood. Not at anyone or anything in particular, just generally everything.
I am also not in the mood for any April fools jokes today. They can fuck right off.
(F does this thing when he’s frustrated that perfectly illustrates this mood - both hands outstretched as if directing some energy force / casting a spell, and roars/screeches with a wide open mouth, with such intensity his hands shake. That’s kind of I feel like doing to everyone and everything).
This is not a good mood for a work day.