Oh, Linkin Park, how I love your angst!  You’re perfect for days from hell.  You’re perfect for jumping around and screaming, and considering how well this day went down, I did plenty of that without music.

I really need a vacation.  Again.  Already.  A holiday from real, as Andrew McMahon sings.

But today is not a Jack’s Mannequin day.  It’s a Linkin Park day.  And it’s one of those days where the pinnacle of patience was long tipped.  A day where the frustration refused to be ignored.

Day Seventy-Two:  Faint – Linkin Park