September 17th 2019 Today I sat in the car and ranted to the Notes app on my phone about all the things I wish I could get away with saying at work to the people who need to hear it. It was expectedly cathartic. I find that I get oddly eloquent and more precise with my language use when I’m writing whilst angry. It actually improves my ability as a writer. When speaking aloud whilst angry, it’s just a lot of ‘fucking’. Later, I cooked dinner for myself for the first time in like three weeks. A combination of me … Continue reading Precise