vexed

There are times when one is so vexed that nothing will relieve one's nerves. Not reading. Not bubbly-bathing. Not even a beer. There is only the knitting. One knows that one does not get enough sleep and that one woke up an awful lot last night in particular, afraid of oversleeping (or sleeping at all, apparently). However, one feels in one's heart that losing just another hour of rest is worth it if the vexation is worked out with just a wee bit o' knitting. Because one doesn't go to bed mad, does one?