Do you ever get so mad that you just want to bite something? I know that doesn’t make any sense, but I’m just frustrated, want to scream, want to throw food, want to kick and scratch and bite, want to hop up and down, shake my fists, and just throw a fit.
In the end, what I’ll probably end up doing is crying, which just bites.
On a more positive note, it’s going to be a fun weekend. More Aggrolites. Some Los Hooligans. Some Monkey. Friends. Yay!
And when I’m dancing, none of this will matter.