This ever happen to you?
Woke up this morning in a fairly good mood. Slept pretty much through the night, and didn't feel as though I'd been cirque-du-soleiling the whole time (how, after all these years, have I not mastered the pillow?). Yes, I still dreamed that I was outwitting an evil mastermind, but you can't have everything.
And by the time I got to work I was in a foul mood. Why? Because someone had kept me waiting all the previous day for no reason whatsoever. It always seems personal, doesn't it? Like they've just negated your worth as a human being. And who knows what I would have done with that time had it not been wasted? Written the great Australian novel! Composed a symphony! Eaten a donut!
So, yes. Walking through the car park I imagined myself taking my aqua-painted stainless-steel drink bottle and beating the crap out of any random car. That car. Or that one. Yaaaaah!
The imagination is a wonderful thing. It'll hold until I finally get that punching bag at work.
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