today I had a two year old temper tantrum at work...at the top of my lungs...involving various and quite impressive streams of four letter words. it wasn't aimed at anyone in particular. just the world at large. I carried my bad mood the whole drive home, becoming the very definition of road rage. my stress level? it runneth over.

when I got home? I slathered icecream on the parts of my soul that hurt. I don't know why, but that works. every.damn.time.