grr

There's something very cathartic about smashing something on the ground.

It's taking a lot of control not to do that with my cell phone right now - because it would feel so good, to throw it and have it break apart into bits and pieces. But I know I shouldn't do that. I need my phone.

If I had my softball I'd chuck it at the garage if it wasn't so monsoony outside. Which is why I'm angry. Because I normally love this weather to pieces - but not when my wellies are across the country and it's taken five months for them to reach me. Very fucking frustrating.