Not angry anymore but...
My anger has more or less subsided, and without it, my life is pretty calm, for which I am immensely thankful. I don't like being angry, it just happens. My anger is a tangible thing, flares up inside me like hungry flames and consumes everything. I've written that I have a hot temper; I think it's genetic, my whole family is pretty hot-headed. We throw things and scream and stomp our feet and slam doors. It's amazing we haven't sustained more injuries. Fury is my best friend. Anyhow, I'm tuckered out from being in a state of agitation all week. The involved parties have more or less resolved things, but bitterness remains, though I'm dealing. If they have to take me for what I am, I suppose I'll have to take them for what they are as well.
Final thought: Type A, that's what I am. A for Anna, how fitting.