I did a bad, bad thing this morning...

[Interrobang]

After too few hours of sleep, no caffeine, two "hang-up" phone calls, and with an incipient intestinal migraine, at 10:30 this morning (I wasn't even dressed!), my doorbell went off. I can't say "it rang," because my doorbell does not ring, it buzzes like a low-tech collision alarm, only twice as loudly. I swore, put on my housecoat, and trudged downstairs to find two of the creepiest, greasiest, scariest characters on my front step. Since I have a downstairs neighbour in the house (it's been split into two apartments), and since people are always ringing my doorbell when they want her (I don't know what part of "Upper" and "Lower" labelled on the doorbells is so hard to read!), I asked them what they wanted.

The older of the two of them, a sort of greying, middle-aged, bespectacled operator (in the "confidence artist" sense of the term), smiled at me (and so did his greasy-haired, shiny-eyed younger accomplice in the rumpled black suit), and said, "We'd just like to talk to you about the Bible this morning," and reached into his disreputable-looking satchel.

Well, I lost it. I not only shot them the bird, but I started yelling at them (and I can yell *very* loudly after 10 years or so of singing lessons) to get off my porch, and if they didn't, I was going to call the police.

I think I scared my downstairs neighbour to death, and now I feel really guilty about it, but I wasn't very awake, and not feeling very well -- and I'm *not* someone you want to annoy when I'm half-asleep, uncaffeinated, and developing a migraine. Whoops.

There were *much* better ways I could have handled that, but I'm a hand grenade with the pin pulled, first thing in the morning. I need anger management lessons, I guess...