ARRRGH!

I was going to post about Harry Potter and how I really liked it and am happy and don't enjoy complaining about how it could have been better if only it were something other than what it is, but I'm in a monstrous mood. I feel like screaming and hitting things. Why don't I have a punching bag in my apartment?

Also, I'm tired. And I hate work. And school is annoying. And I miss my friends. And my apartment is filthy and smells bad. And I want my TV shows to come back.