I feel like the fifth horseman of the Apocolypse

I woke up full of rage this morning. I want to smash things. I am slowly starving to death due to the fact that contractors have taken over my kitchen. I am angry. Watch the fuck out. Like, I am wearing a Kayla-style outfit--black with red and silver accents. Please let me get through this completely unexplainable rage pass without me going to jail. I feel good about this anger, though. After I ran out of mellow-ness I was sinking into apathy. Anger at least keeps me active. Call me, all you people. . .Caryn, especially you. I have news.

Love,
Jica