I'm angry today. I'm angry that this exotic plant I've had forever is dying. I want to throw it but then I'd have to clean it up. So I leave it sit there because it reminds me of how I feel inside. Little by little the green turning to brown. I hate that plant.
I'm angry at these ground squirrels that dig in my pots. I want to borrow the riffle from whomever wins it and shoot the things. First I'm going to shoot my plant.
I'm angry that I come home after a trying day at work and all the lights are on and he's been fishing all day. I'm especially angry that I can't say anything about it. I want to say to call me when you go so I can come home and turn lights off and then go back to work.
I'm angry at the construction on John Deere Road. Why can't people just form two lines and merge? Why? Did we forget everything we learned in kindergarten?
I'm very angry because I can't sleep and I have this headache and my doctor left his practice so I can't call to get something and all I do is cry. Why can't I have a bunion or a flat tire instead? I want to go to the library and find a book I used to read to the boys called Alexander And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I don't remember how it ends but somehow think it may help me.