Is today National Pacing Day?

Or did I just wake up on the wrong side of the bed? (Actually, I DO have a kinda-stiff right neck.) Because first Dipshit aggravated me more than he has in a LONG time...ENDLESSLY back and forth to the kitchen or bathroom over roughly a 2 hour period. Nothing like having my pork roll hot muffin as he huffs and puffs his bowels into the toilet. OH, and he shits (I know, I know...endless shitting info lately on him...) without putting the fan on. He never puts this on, and while i'd always realized it when it came to showering, SOMEHOW it was only yesterday that it dawned on me that he doesn't put it on when he shits, either. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM?! So EVERY time he shits, I have to endure his VERY vocal grunting and sighing, which would be greatly muted by the fan. Of course, the non-fanning also adds to the post-shit air stagnation. Again, I beg of you, WHY? WHY, LORD, FUCKING WHY?!?! If you're lucky enough to have a bathroom fan, FUCKING USE IT, ASSHOLES! But i've gotten off-topic. So now my irritable Sunday has continued at the library, where first i'm ushered to the MOST irritatingly placed computer terminal available, with my back to everyone...and I HATE the feeling of people looking over my shoulder and reading/seeing what I'm doing. But EVERYONE is just endlessly running around. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down. To the printer, back to the computer, repeat. You'd think we were in the New York Times newsroom during a national disaster. My nerves are shot to hell and it's only 4pm. A trip to ShopRite would surely put me over the edge today. So, whoever commented that it seems i'm irritated whenever I leave my house...um, you're just realizing this? And I don't EVEN have to leave my house...