grumble

 "For fuck's sake!" I whispered not so quietly as I stomped along the cobblestone.  It felt satisfying audibly swearing in public.  Is this what it felt like to be unhinged?  If so, it was liberating, and I wanted more of it.  I had spent the majority of my walk to work fiddling with my headphones, trying to get the music app to play a song and pep me up for the beginning of my work day.  I was unsuccessful in the end, and eventually resigned to using my useless device as glorified earmuffs.  I grumbled as I walked in the rain, painfully aware of my misbehaving hair and rain-sprinkled glasses.  
"For. Fuck's. Sake."