I'm really angry tonight. Partly because of an email I received from my sister over the teensy weensy bit of land we're selling to the water board and her 'clarification' of who gets what share. She's so materialistic and if she cries poor mouth once more, I'll challenge her to a house swap! As if we need to have that old tale reiterated. Babysis . . .you get 1/5, always had, always will. So get off my case! You'll get what's coming to you.
Partly because I spent the best part of my lunch hour with a rather attractive red-head shoving a 15 inch KY Jellied probe up my shoofter and photographing my ovaries and partly because someone I know is being treated particularly badly by their employer and he's a good operator and partly because Sgt Bilko is back on Monday and partly because I'm fat and partly because i have an addictive personality and partly because . . I've been listening to Radiohead's new CD all afternoon.
I need an outlet. I've had a go on the walking machine but that just fed the anger . . I walked more and more aggressively, sweated more heavily, puffed louder but the scream within would not surface. Then I watched a violent movie to try to get it out of my system but it was lame. Don't rent 28 Weeks Later . . it's rubbish. So, had a couple of drinks. Fed the dog and watched the news. And that made things worse. Tabloid tearies and the bloody horse flu combined with the upcoming election of two parties so similar I don't know for whom to vote and whatever footy star on a $4 million contract managed to beat the poo out of some poor unsuspecting bastard in some Queensland pub. Did nothing else happen in the world today?
Then the bogongs started flitting into the kitchen. Not en masse as in the city but enough to make the down lights flicker and give me a headache. Then the kids bedrooms are not just adorned by the indescernable piles of clothes some of which are clean, some of which are dirty but like a bunch of Iraqis in a souk I can't tell the good guys from the bad. I'm angry that ClareBear's talking about packing her stuff in boxes and she's not even leaving the country for 3 months. Then there's the small matter of just $25 in the bank and payday on Tuesday! Everywhere I look, everywhere I go there are irritations that normally don't bother me but today . . everything is pissing me off.
I'd kick my dog if I didn't like her so much. And all this only 24 hours after Absolute Vanilla gives me a 'Nice' award. I don't feel nice. I feel like I want to beat the bejeezus out of some poor sap, throw pool balls through the glass window (it shatters slowly like a windscreen, very satisfying . . .DrummerBoy managed to achieve this effect some years ago with a wayward dart!). I want to throw a brick through somebody's window or throw my glass into the fireplace (if only I had one). And now, there's a thunder storm moving in so I'll have to turn off my PC otherwise I'll be angry when lightening hits the ADSL connection and fries my motherboard. So, my friends . . . any suggestions for anger management . . .especially without knowing the cause? There, got that off my chest. Actually . . I feel a bit better now. Fucking hormones.