The rage from yesterday has dissipated into a kind of randomised jealousy, not only of the person the rage was directed at, but of several other people as well. I hate jealousy.
I've also got that feeling of complete uselessness, where you know you should be able to do something and you can't. Like when you can't move in a dream, apparently, although that's never happened to me. I feel like one tiny kid with a pot plant competing against Capability Brown. (Would all those to whom that made sense please raise your hand?)
But I'm overjoyed that the CD that's playing at the moment is finally getting under my skin. I didn't like it at all for ages, and I so wanted to, because they're supposed to be the new early 80s-type band (Zoot Woman) and I just wasn't getting on with them, but last night something suddenly clicked. Hurrah.
So...depressed, ecstatic, destroyed, excited, afraid, terrified, anxious, worried (forgot worried), jealous, helpless, and overjoyed. I just love being me.