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I'm not very angry today. I was quite frustrated earlier, then a bit worried for a while, but not really angry. Well, there was about an hour where I wanted to kill Kevin and feed his mutilated corpse to pigs, but that's so normal I hardly consider it anger anymore.
I suppose the anger factory has been suspended because of the happiness and creativity. I've been seeing Ella, got to ride in the Jeep (though not DRIVE it... PATRICK!), I've been writing and spending bits of time with friends. I've been out. I've also gotten a lot of sleep. I've been having good dreams. The money nonsense seems to be coming together, mostly. I get a quick road trip on the 3rd and 4th, and get to stay in a hotel room-- for some reason I have always loved hotels.

I'm babbling. I should be writing. Going to the journal now.

P.S. Who's been reading Catcher in the Rye in my bed? It better be who I think it is.

"I got my body and my mind on the same page, and honey now happiness is all the rage..." Promise Ring