I'm still incredibly incredibly angry. Bloody pissed off.

And when I'm like that, am not a pretty sight. Have a hundred mean things I'd like to hurl at specific people right now. I'd like to hurt them, and make them pay for their deeds.

But the love of Christ constraints me, holds me back from saying things I'd regret, reminds me that I'm not necessarily better than them.

Because of that, I'll reserve my comments. And for that, I'm thankful.