Bad day

Today I feel blue. I woke up, everything got on my nerves without a reason and suddenly I knew that was going to be a bad day. Because I discovered this fundamental cosmic true: my daily mood is only based on how I wake up. Totally casual. I'm a constant lively satisfaction for every astrologist and Brazilian wizard in the World: given my mood isn't influenced by things happened the day long, it has to be an astral deal .
When I'm in a "No-Way-Day", I could be very annoying (being honest and impartial, actually I am annoying). I'm upset with everyone: with my neighbors who are too noisy, with my boss who stresses me (who does she think she's? Napoleon?), with Fillon and his tax system (who does he think he's? Louis XIV?) and with my whole family (family always gives you a reason to be upset, that's easy). And I'm not a person who hides his mad mood, of course not. I protest, I quarrel with every poor soul has the unlucky chance to cross my way, even with the cashier at the supermarket. I'm a demon in Louboutin heels. Roman soldiers during the Punic Wars were less aggressive than me.
Another characteristic of my bad mood is that I see all badly. There aren't anymore water glasses half-full or half-empty: no, the proverbial glass is definitely broken. My whole life is a mess, I'm a loser and nobody loves me (and maybe that's true, seen my daily behavior). Even shopping can't make me feel better. Specially shopping is dangerous. Normally I haven't a great consideration of myself, when I feel blue images turn me back by cursed glasses in shops are so disastrous that I could start to cry where I am or try to kill myself with an overdose of vanilla macarons.
But don't worry: tomorrow is another day.