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