Here's a typical bit of small talk with my mother.
ME: I feel like shit today. I don't know what's wrong with me. I want to rip somebody's head off and kick it down the street into traffic. MOM: (sing songy voice) It's the weather. It'll pass. ME: But I almost shoved a stapler into someone's mouth! MOM: It's the weather!
What? The weather? I don't know about that. Really? I mean, yesterday it was cloudy and rainy and I almost killed someone at the office for no reason, and today it's sunny (yet cold) and I feel like I just finished Phase 1 of the South Beach diet.