
Work was being very frustrating (NOT for the reason alluded to in the last entry, which will be very frustrating in a week or so once we ping-pong it with them a few more times Just In Case), and I couldn't just go home for the day since this is one of those 'work until midnight' days they try to insist are completely optional, so I decided to go walk around outside until I was calmer, since sitting and stewing was unlikely to lead to productivity.
I passed several people on the sidewalk. One of them tried to talk to me. I didn't respond, until he started sounding all nervous, then I snapped 'I'm fine' at him without turning around.
Of course, that made me spend the rest of the walk running through a daydream scenario in my head, where said person was concerned enough about my mental state to call the police on me, who drove up and arrested me, leading me to not-quite-threaten them technically enough to force them to beat me with clubs until I was spewing mysterious gypsy curses at their families.
I hate my daydreams.
Anyway, I *do* feel calmer now -- instead of being so angry that I'm worried I'll put the keyboard through the monitor, I'm sitting and gnawing on body parts, worried that I'll get angry again if I go try to work more.
Maybe I can stall at least until dinner... it's supposed to be at 6:30, which isn't long now.