frustration

a few years ago i read all the robert b parker books back to back in about three weeks. he's a pulp detective fiction writer, with a great hero called butch, or ace,or duke. said hero was fantastic, not least because everytime he'd get frustrated, hed go for a run and then go and box someone or something. afterwards he'd invariably go home and cook up a gourmet meal for his stunning girlfriend, not before showering or going to bed with her. the end result was almost tangible relaxation.

funny how books that i like are ones that can accurately recreate a real life feeling for me, even if its not the main theme of the book.

this is related to my life at the moment because of an extremely frustrating day, followed by a pathetic shambles for 25 minutes at jogging pace along the frozen river, then a pathetically warm and feeble shower in my empty apartment, and a tomato (no butter or ham left) sandwich on a stale roll to top everything off.

but man do i feel better after it all- imagine if all the rest were here!