Well, if you hadn't been so fucking stupid!

Yesterday was the first time in a long time that I've actually yelled in anger. Now, that's not to say that I haven't yelled before, but it has mostly been to make a point, or just generally when the situation requried it (I'm on a fucking construction site!). This was the first time I've yelled without meaning to. I'm not saying that this is overly noteworthy, but it's very rare that I lose control for even long enough to yell a sentence... so I gues in that sense it is noteworthy... but it was such an odd sensation to get upset and yell without expressly meaning to. Like, really, I yell a lot... but 99.9% of the time it's for emphasis, or just to shout people down to make myself heard (as I'm overly prone to do).

But yesterday stunk to high heaven.... or should that be the depths of hell? Oh well. It's over. Life goes on.