GGGYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH. I feel restless and calm at the same time, as if I was some kind of shitty Taoist metaphor or something. If I could be doing anything right now, I'd be charging down a hill with a big fucking axe in my hands, screaming at the top of my lungs. At the bottom of the hill would be a cask of ale the size of a school bus, which I would tear into with my axe. Then I would drink until I passed out. When I woke up, I'd grab my axe, drink some more, and run off screaming, never to be seen again.

Yep, that sounds strangely satisfying.