Rage!

Earlier I could've ripped someone's head off. Anyone. In the space of half an hour everything went tits up. It started when I shut the front door behind me at a quarter to six, just enough time to drop off a cheque at a mate's house before karate at six. I forgot my glasses, so back inside I went. I finally got outside, and found a wonderful yellow sticker on my windscreen. Excuse my language, but yes, a fucking parking ticket. I got a ticket on the road that I live on. For leaving the frigging car there for a few sodding seconds too long. When I got to the road on which my mate lives, I couldn't remember the number and no-one I rang could tell me. Great. And on the way back, I blocked two lanes of traffic after a coach decided to slam on the brakes in front of me when I'd just pulled out of a side road and wanted to get into the far right lane. They beeped their horns at me, and I'd had more than enough. Up the fingers went, down the windows went. I would've gotten out of the car and kicked their doors in if the lights hadn't changed at the last second.
Rage over now. It can't be helped. I've already written a letter to the council explaining my case (which will obviously be refused), and about how I haven't been able to get into town to get a permit recently because I'm training to save their lives when they finally have enough of the pen pushing monotony and jump out a window. I'll write the cheque another time, I guess. I'm just sometimes a very volatile man, that's all.
Despite oversleeping (this constant fatigue is now starting to worry me a little), I did get the majority of my essay finished, and read through a few pages about hyperthyroidism. I booked a few days in Lyon over Easter to see my girlfriend, who by now probably thinks I have an allergy to French people or something (I just don't like their scarves).
Oh, there was an email all the med students got today about unprofessional behaviour, regarding visible navels, "scruffiness" and a general disregard for Victorian ethics. The final point, however, was regarding how a small group of students had been spotted cannulating eachother in the sluice! It went on to say that it is not allowed, ill advised and very unhygenic. For their information, we weren't cannulating eachother, we were trying to cannulate eachother. I had bruises on both my forearms as big as playing cards for 2 weeks...