Aching.

Sore.

Tired.

Frustrated.

REALLY frustrated.

Posessive... and every time I've slipped into this mindset of late, something interrupts, and I end up channeling it off into drinking-until-asleep or hiding-from-people or whatever it takes to keep myself from actually raging out.

What worries me is that I think the only other person aware of just how frustrated I'm getting is Grr, and much as I love her, she's not a submissive male. *paces internally*