Get Thee Hence, Anger

I need a cathartic.

Ignorance doesn't help, it only delays the anger.

And delaying anger only festers it.

So how do I vent? I doubt flaying a particular someone with a butter knife or having a chicken slowly peck on said person's flesh extends the satisfaction I feel in my imagination to real life.

I suppose an escape into my books is one way. But again, I have to eventually return to this life I call my own.

The only other thing I can think of to purge this negative emotion is through some sort of physical labour. Something to which I have a serious aversion for. *sigh* Oh well, one will have to do what one must do.