Another leitmotif of my childhood

I was trying to get momentum on the beginning of chapter 3 of the dissertation, but my ire at my desk chair (which is broken) has reached a point where I was going to explode.

Although my default profanity probably shouldn't default to JESUSTITTYFUCKINGCHRIST and MOTHERFUCKER as much as it does, holy shit was I going to fucking kill someone.

Then I dusted off this song from the archives of my teenage years.  GODDAMN did I listen to this a lot.  Might explain a lot about my temperament, perhaps.  Fuck it all.

The dissertation war continues.