Frustration.

Sometimes it's the little things that drive you mad.

The towel on the floor, the glass on the counter, tiny things that don't add up to much for anybody but you.
Some days I find that I just let these things bother me. There are times that I can tune them out or just say "Fuck It" and ignore it, but like a little itch, it just seems to get worse until I deal with it.

Are there days that I feel like I'm being taken for granted? That if something is left long enough, I'll just deal with it?

Yes there are.
And today is one of them.

Later.