… was, for the most part, a good Friday.
Personal business was attended. Lunch was eaten with those formerly known as Webfire. And thanks to a surprise visitor, I actually got off my butt and went rollerblading on a damn nice and sunny day.
Then came the dark time, around closing time at the Tavern, when my thoughts became violently twisted and all I could think about was how good it would feel to punch somebody in the nose until blood spurted out their ears.
Thankfully, that moment passed without incident.
I’m feeling much better now.
