Fist shaking

Today has been a very bad day. I have felt quite (!) angry all day. Fortunately nobody got in my way too much when I was out driving my truck - because if they had I probably would have smashed into them - just for fun! If I had seen an old lady crossing the road I would have probably run her over. Twice. (kidding!)

I have wanted to shake my little fists at anybody and everybody - I haven't had a thing to eat all day - and have just come home and there's no food in the fridge, and my Mum's not here to cook me my tea....grrrrrrrrr!

I know I sound like a spoiled brat - and that is probably how I am acting....but my blog is nothing if not honest - and I don't feel like being all nicey nicey and tinkly laughing and twee and all that shite. I feel like sinking a ten pound lump hammer into somebody's skull (no prizes for guessing who that might be) because ...well just because.

Apparently feeling anger is all part of the process - and just yet another stage in the 'healing process', and if anybody else suggest lilac crystals I swear to god I'll twat them one.

Having a bad case of 'man-flu' and a raging headache doesn't help much either.

Later........