It Is a Good Thing that I Do Not Have Supernatural Powers.

For the past few days, I've been consistently on the verge of having a temper tantrum. By temper tantrum, I mean the full-scale, yelling, throwing things, kicking-others-in-the-shin, lying on my back and screaming until I turn blue in the face and my shrieks devolve into full-thoated yelps as my lungs try to keep up with the demand for air, until I get what I want. But what do I want?

Who the fuck knows. It's a damn good thing I don't have superpowers like eyes that shoot lasers, or Voltron's rainbow beam, because I would lay waste to EVERY. FUCKING. THING. IN. MY. PATH.