You know those days where it's not even noon, and you already been through so much emotion, so much annoyance, frustration, anxiety, worry, and minor tiffs with close ones, and annoyance at the outside world, you feel all-in and out of gas by noon?

Yeah, this is my face when that happens.

Same face as Captain Picard when Geordi asked for a virtual opponent for "Data" not "Sherlock Holmes", and the resulting NPC villain threatened the entire ship.
He puts his hands behind his head, purses his lips and just exhales a weary "merde".

Yep. That's me this morning.