It’s taken a lot of restraint lately not to light things on fire or throw glassware across the room or punch the wall in protest when things don’t go exactly as I’d like. I’ve never been one to get angry very often, but lately there’s been this rage boiling inside me and I don’t know quite what to do with it. I had been drinking it away, but the resulting lethargy is really not much better.
So I’ve decided to take a kickboxing class. I start Monday.
And, on a completely unrelated note, I saw Ted Allen today on my way home from the yarn store! I feel very proud of myself both for recognizing him as well as actually believing that it was him. I love Ted Allen. He can cook for me any time.