Yesterday was my no-smoking birthday. Today's my half birthday. Five months tomorrow I'm on a plane to Rome via Amsterdam.

When I'm angry it's energetic but not neccessarily violent. I throw generally-unbreakable things (hairbrushes, flip flops) at other generally-unbreakable things (walls, rugs). The walls dent and crack a little. My space looks like the inside of a rotting orange. Dents and cracks all over it.