I feel kind of sick about some social realities (for want of a better term) of my situation and fear I might have a massive emotional blowout if I keep thinking about it. The list of things I’m angry about seems to be getting longer each week at the moment. Yesterday morning I felt so serene and powerful; now, like I need to book myself into one of those rooms where people break plates and stuff with a baseball bat. I feel like I need to take you with me to show you how angry I am. Maybe you already have an inkling, though.