Today, I'm annoyed.
I'm annoyed because I can't play WoW. Steamwheedle Cartel EU, the chunk of silicon in a blade farm I call home, is down for 24 hours in that pre-Cataclysmic maintenance thing. So I can't play.
The weird thing is: I probably wouldn't have played anyway. Of late, I've only really been playing on Mondays – our raid nights – and occasionally on weekends. But still, the knowledge that I couldn't play if I wanted to annoys me.
I am, it appears, a contrary tree.
Update: Of course, as soon as I post this, an e-mail arrives from a guildie saying that it's back up…