Worked, like mad. Literally.And I have no memory of why my day had been like that. I'd added no clarifying detail. Just the bare fact of having been mad that day.
By the way, oh, I can be mad. It is possible. I'm not mad now. This is good.
No grand point to this, mainly because my current desire to go to sleep is stronger than my desire to write. Just a detail from my past, now shared.