On the Need to Slap Someone

How am I? Weird. It's probably the only answer that covers how I feel at the moment. This week I've spent quite a lot of money (thank you Visa). I bought a new sofa (Viking-sized), had a facial and today I had my hair coloured and cut (no, it isn't really a pink, short back and sides). These are things that really should be rocking my world. My world is still stationary. After some navel gazing I've come to the conclusion that it's really okay for me to feel weird and the most appropriate response is to be weird and everything will work around it. That way when I do something silly at least I will enjoy it.

This time the title of the post really does relate to the content. It's been a slow re-introduction to life in Norwich. I've pretty much done bugger all. Hung out with Boy while he's cheerfully killed things on the X-Box 360, hacking his way through his cold. I've read a few blogs, waded through my e-mails. The delete button looks a bit worn out at the moment, I suspect I'll have to get another one. I thought it was a good idea to have a look on the BBC website to catch up with the news. Yeah. Right. Then came the need to slap someone. Hard.

I understand that violence begets violence. I understand that if I really did hit someone, I'd get to experience handcuffs for real. I understand that police station tea sucks and they don't give you bickies. But damn it; after reading this and this, I'm just left with the need to inflict pain.