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I was angry today. There are many reasons and yet no good reason why. But I tell you, it felt like frustration and annoyance on steroids. And in stereo. What am I writing?
Seriously though, I wish I had my own personal punching bag, because on days like this nothing gets me beyond the anger until it has passed or has been squelched by someone considerate, loving and humble who can say "I'm sorry for being such a jerk." Short of that, I need a punching bag. Even praying doesn't really help. And the something-short-of-rage that festers beneath the surface is intense. It needs an outlet. And a punching bag certainly would do the trick. I'm glad I didn't hurt anyone today.
Insert expletive here.