I am cranky.
I am sick of cat hair. I don’t know what I was thinking when I got a white cat.
I hate it when my yoga teacher rubs my scalp with fingers drenched in lavender oil leaving my hair looking like a wet dog and smelling like a sock drawer.
My gorge rises when I hear the animal noises—grunts, vocalized yawns, burps, borborygmi, snores—of others.