Moving right along

No, honestly. Let me finish my story and then tell me your opinion. Where was I... So, yes, I left the building at 5PM, tired, and the fact that I had lost some precious 21 minutes of credit time, only irritated the sparse not-undercooled parts of my brain. Those 2 hours and 46 minutes I saved during the last two weeks, endlessly dragging myself out of bed every bloody morning at a bloody 7AM, they will all be lost, at a winkling of an eye. And at the last trumpet, when the time-calculation period of November-December ends and a new January-February period starts, that saved bit of credit time will be completely lost! Vanitas, omnia vanitas. I feel mind numbed. I went to the piano classes, played a bit which was ok, and then I went to the French classes, talked and wrote a bit, which was ok and then I went home. Watched some television. Something in french, there was also laughter.
So, do you agree that the most appropriate human feeling I should rely to when such, non-existent days occur, is sadness?

Anger is also a valid option, but it darkens the world even more.

Sadness it is.