I am having one of those days, those days when one is randomly filled with the white-hot rage of 1,000 suns and could happily play mailbox baseball with the heads of those who annoy. Or so it feels. The election-focused ethos probably isn't helping.
I feel like standing with my boom box in the air a la Say Anything, pointing it at the big round world, only the boombox should be playing Run DMC's "You Talk Too Much," so loud that apartment windows in Russia rattle. GRRRRRRRRRRR.