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After a long lame ass day I went for a glorious bike ride on which I came to the conclusion to be mad at Sydney. Before I was just depressed. Anger is somehow better, it makes me feel less like a zombie - this slightly irrational, mostly justified anger helps me vent the frustration of a bad situation through at least one kind of outlet. It's just the focus of blame, and I'm tired of feeling like the stupid one. This time it's Sydney's mess. I blew off major steam and gathered major endorphins while rehearsing an monologue directed towards Sydney in my head. Would that I could actually confront someone as I plan. It's better in my head, anyway. Something tells me Sydney would logically refute all my arguments and still accept my anger with the happiness of knowing I feel better feeling it, that I'm not sitting on the couch being depressed. Damn her. But anyway, I feel better. I just thought I should update that.