"liable to grow up mean"

Growly. I had a major tights malfunction today and it sort of set the tone for a day not filled with any actually bad things, just a handful of annoyances. Media canceled on me for tomorrow, I spilled tea down my front, the dog got into a litterbox we previously thought she's couldn't get into, it was the last day with the trainer I've been working with for three years, I didn't get everything I wanted to get done at work, I made a mistake in my cross-stitch that involved a lot of unpicking, I had too much stuff to carry around and too many layers on, so I was acutely aware of my own gracelessness, which always goes directly to a "of course no one likes you/wants to hang out with you/wants to have sex with you, you're fat" place for me.

I had another post in mind that I sketched out while in class this evening, about indirectly addressing what the hell it is I want from other people, and ideas of unreasonableness. But this is what came out, and though I had too much caffiene today to be able to get to sleep at reasonable hour, I think I should probably step away from the places where I can indulge my self pity.