For one reason and another yesterday I found myself actually wanting to take a swing at someone.
This is a rare occurrence for me, and thus worth mentioning here.
In fact, the effort of the self-restraint required resulted in the formation of a light sweat and the need to walk off the frustration.
I think my face betrayed me and the other party was startled. A small hint at an apology was offered by them later in the day, by which time I'd attempted self-mollification with an ample slice of cheesecake.
