“Where is that dratted water bill?” Eileen snarled, throwing another grocery receipt over her shoulder. “And why haven’t I thrown these old lists away yet?” A handful of crumpled notes fluttered to the carpet. “And this! This flashlight doesn’t even work! Argh!”
She threw her hands up in the air and whirled around. Woosh! The flashlight landed in the garbage with a loud, satisfying thunk.
She turned to look at the desk again. The situation had not improved. So she carefully picked up her monitor, and set it aside on a table. Then, with a yell, she pushed everything else off onto the floor, flailing her arms in wild sweeps. It was even more satisfying than the flashlight.
Then she dragged her desk out onto the lawn, and set it on fire. It felt wonderful.
Wow! I noticed that people in general seemed very… angry… today. Even the written characters feel this way apparently.
Comment by Heartfelt — January 7, 2009 @ 3:34 am