Where's my payment?

I'm in a complete and total sulk. For me, the worst part of being in a sulk is how fucking good I am at it. I throw my back into it like it's my job. You'd think there was some huge bonus in it for me. I'm bad tempered enough without placing said vile temper on a downward spiral. You'd think I would just talk it out like anything else I come across but this is the one time you will find me quiet. It even unnerves me. It's so fucking unnatural. What's with the double n's? So I figured why not spew filth on my blog and then go furrow my brow while sitting in a tight position on the couch. I have a little time before the nine to fiver gets home and maybe I can hate hard enough to tire myself out for a little nap... This is toil after all. Please pray to whatever you think is holy that training can work out some of the kinks in my head. I feel emotionally ill and I'm hoping they can see that and work out my body hard enough to help me be to tired to care. A little pain might help for once. ;) If they make me work the bag, I think I might snap.

I am now going to practice my rootedness and bone joint power. I am going to contact Jwing Ming Yang and see if he'll teach me some of that as he was recommended by someone I appreciate when it comes to fighting knowledge. I just need to figure out how to do that. He sounds awesome. Oh, that was like a little ray of sunshine. Fuck him, he sucks.