The hurt and anger are gone for now, but I still feel like taking a baseball bat and beating things up. It's more of a "Weee! Fun! Things go BOOM" thing now, though. I blame Fred.
I also feel like swearing quite a lot. Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck de fucker-fuck. That feels good. Bloody freaking shithead hempfiends of dume! Also fun. Maybe I need to start hanging out with my more behaved well-muses. That would be, um ... Harry? Draco? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone?