Friday, November 16, 2007
... when I'm angry about something and I rant and rave about it... later I look back on my anger and cannot help but picture myself as Max in Where the Wild Things Are. I can see myself stomping and roaring and waving my arms and growling unintelligibly. In footy pajamas. Even when my anger is all justifiable and such. In the back of my head, there's Max.