Anger.

Not stifling it. More like, re-directing, shifting the flow to where it can do some good. It's as if all the caffeine and sugar today built up a head of steam to push my way past the external and internal barriers, constraints, dicta - can't think of the word.

Requirements, demands. Sugar and spice. FUCK that. And the slime-covered, kiss-ass, sycophantic, crawling-in-the-mud, *whiny* piece-of-shit pathetic excuse for quadrupedal transportation it oozed in on. Slithery. Blech.