WTF is normal anyway?
Things are back to normal for me, thinks I. Went out for a walk and brought along my CD player and listened to what can only be described as an unhealthy dose of Cock Sparrer, and kicked trash cans, muttered obscenaties to myself, and just walked around for an hour and a half. Came home, talked to Matt, kicked crap around my room, making my room even more unorganized. My anger peaked out, and I got tired of being mad and listned to the Havoc some more and went back to feeling like my normal cheerful self. Talked to Lynette a lot this evening, and began to feel even better. Hopefully I get to see her tomorrow after she gets home from work, if someone *cough cough*Mike*cough cough* will give me a ride over there.