it’s days like this that makes me miss the hell out of kickboxing class (long story). i’d like to punch things. now. i’m going to probably invest in a heavy bag soon enough. i totally miss the feeling, the release, the therapy i got from punching targets and the bag. will find a resolution… and all the while getting a fantastic workout! i’m going to have to release this tension on the racquetball court and hit the fu_k out of the ball. sorry ball. 

worse part is why i’m so stressed out. or angry. or feeling the way i do right now. i have the capability to do something about it. but it’s not as simple as it would seem to most. whatever. doing or saying something that i’m sure to regret at that instance and for a long while is not in my ‘cool book’ so that option is out. unless of course, it’s the last thing i say or do. :) racquetball time. breathe. (*sing-songy voice) haate you.