I'm so angry, because I don't have anything to rant about.
Sure, the dog broke my leg in three places, but he didn't mean to. The surgeon fixed it, and it's healing. I'm on crutches for at least another month, but I can't bitch because it could've been worse. Nancy takes GREAT care of me, and I can get to work.
And I still have a work to get to.
Read "Ishmael" by Daniel Quinn.