He left work for a few hours to prove the government overcharged him let's say five dollars.  He spent some more time researching to prove me wrong.  I lay on my bed and my dog calmed me down.  I don't care about being proven right or wrong, I'm just angry.  I don't want to be the type who does it all on his own, because then you resent everyone and your whole life is fighting others in your head.  I'm not talking about here, we both know what this placed looked like before.  I hate emotions.  I think most people if they could get away with it would strangle others for like 20 seconds.  Punky's getting old.  She lost her ego.  She lets others pet her, and she let the girl at the dog place cut her nails without biting.  I'm a bit more mature I think these days.  I live in a cage.  I also hate sexual emotions. I wish I didn't have them.  You could be at the DMV haggling or a funeral parlour making arrangements and in the middle you see a woman with high heels and tight jeans and get turned on by her walk and say aw yea!  People buy up space at cemeteries and sell it at a profit.  Grave dealers.  When I left my meeting yesterday, I was angry about the same people talking too long all the time and there being too many good looking women thinking how many I ever going to get better?  I left early and on the drive two cars were racing each other so one couldn't cut the other off and I regretted leaving.