Most of my anger has fallen away. What concerns me most is finding the origin of the rage I felt this morning. It was the worst. I actually fantasized about stuffing the jack-hammer up that construction worker's a$$! Maybe it's a control thing, maybe it's lack of sleep, maybe jack-hammers are just annoying?
I found some good news . . . despite the urge to smack a couple of strangers on the street, no one was harmed and I wasn't craving alcohol because I was too concerned with my anger
