So I had a rather interesting little run in with a silly little youngun. These are the kinds you want to beat to a bloody pulp and stuff into a freezer. So I'm thinking that's how Jack felt when he was "destroying something beautiful" when he kicked Angel face's ass so badly. (Waaaayyy too much Fight Club) Ah the rage. I apparently need a boxing baggy thing. So I think indeed. This is actually slightly scary, considering I'm comntemplating possible manslaughter over a discussion about art.

No you do not generally disturb me about art. You do not under any circumstances talk up in your ass about art when you know nothing and you think you're this smart rich guy who's invested his money and not wasted time doing art. You so do not. Don't fuck with me about art ok. Christ. He's stopped talking. Thank God. I hope I pissed him off well enough. Ahh how satisfying.

Goodness.
I think that it also has to do with the time, with the fact that I have not had my afternoon nap, that I'm up for nothing really other than pure vice (it's weekend and I can stay up late goddammit!), and I'm overall very frustrated.
That said. Off to bed!