I spend my days in a weird sort of apathetic, mute rage. I’m intensely unhappy with some minor parts of my life that have reached the point that they annoy me greatly. On the other hand, it’s broke on through to the other side to where I have no desire to deal with them at all, because what’s the point really?
So there you go. Apathetic rage. I’d punch a hole in the wall if I could be bothered to do so. That sort of thing.