Forget Mt St Helens, this one is more immediate and life threatening. I hope no innocents get caught in the rupture. But you know what? If it happens, it just might be their own stupid fault for being there in the
first place. I have been coming to a realization this week. Unfortunately, Tony set the seismicity in motion last night with an ill timed 'discussion' (ie: what's wrong with me) and rather than just be hurt like I have been, I got mad. I mean really mad. The kind of seismic mad that hasn't been seen in the household in years. Pure searing fury- so hot it feels icy at its fringes. The last time I remember feeling this way was when I started smashing my hockey stick on the bench in Oakland's locker room. (Which was actually kind of fun, because I think it's the only time I've ever seen Susan flustered. Aluminum shafts don't shatter by the way, they dent.)
The problem is that I can feel this ball of heat tightly wound inside.
And you know what? I kind of like the feeling.
ya know, not to make light of your seething fury, but i wonder if playing hockey again is bringing out your inner beast? i feel like i've been a little more aggro since i've started playing against guys. or gotten the big car. hrm.
anyway, hope hayward and your household survives the eruption. =)
Posted by: andrea | October 04, 2004 at 05:57 PM
is THIS why you didn't answer your phone all weekend? Considering the fear an angry Steph would instill in my heart, perhaps it is good... you could have completely thrown off my epidemiology project... trembling fingers attempting to graph cow disease... suddenly cow 158Y finds herself plotted into the wrong barn, outbreaks ensue.
Posted by: holly | October 05, 2004 at 12:29 PM