pandemonuim broke out

You know how sometimes what you do is a physical manifestation of your state of mind?

Yesterday night I got down to sorting out the jumble of papers which somehow became part of my possession because they bear my name - bills, brochures, salary slips, faded receipts... ...

And ended up with this...

Yet I don't feel better after all the shredding and dumping.

I think it is the weather.

The temperature literally boils my blood.

Everytime I speak I feel like shouting. So I would rather not.

Not speak, I mean.

Not that I love rainy days. I just hate to be home when the sun is out.

NO, I just hate to HAVE TO be home when the sun is out.

I feel like an unwilling turkey in an oven.

Should abstain from oven-cooked food - I empathize with thee.