^{you know those jackson pollock paintings? that’s how my brain feels every time i look at you. thankfully for you, that’s the extent of my rage - though thinking of how much money that guy made for paint splatters makes me see RED. i’ve got projects to grade and i think a broken rib or two, so if you’d kindly wrap this up? or stay. i could gladly use a punching bag that SCREAMS.}