Anger Management.
Oh God -- anger boils like a cauldron. This is revolting. Chris can't make it to the concert on Saturday. Oh God, I'm going to smack someone with my new kendo skills. I know, I know -- I can't blame him; it's all a beautiful thing for marriage (why, oh why, do people put themselves through that torture???), blah blah. Please excuse my pessimism -- but you don't have your guitarist of the band that you're in tell you --"Sorry, can't make it -- I'm not even sure what date the wedding is." and then you call his mother and ask her so that it gets done. I'm out for blood.
So -- anyone free tomorrow? I have nothing to do. I'm bored. Please amuse.