I just stared at her. Fortunately for us both, the question was so outlandish that it didn't irritate me more, but Sarah apparently hadn't comprehended yet that getting into an argument with me just then was even a worse idea than usual.

"You know, I have an attitude. Other people don't like it, but at least I'm not in denial about whether it exists," I replied. "Let me spell it out: Freaking the fuck out on me about shit I have no control over is not helping. When I get angry or annoyed or upset, this gets worse," I added with a motion to the clouds. "Get it?"