Storm Cloud

I'm in a baaaad mood. Living with Gramma is really starting to get on my nerves. To top it all off, Gramma keeps washing all of my clothes, and shrinks them! A new white shirt I got not too long ago doesn't fit me anymore.
On the train this morning (running LOCAL which made me that much more angry), some guy's hand kept slipping down the pole and touching mine and normally I'd just be mildly irritated. However, being in the state I was in, I gave him the laser glare of doom (inherited from Daddy dearest) and he promptly backed away and found a different pole to hold. Nice.