Physics.

I'm not sure if it's my personality type or a lack of discipline.
Today has been interesting...as in the old Chinese proverb, "May my enemy's life be interesting." Currently, I'm looking at the past two and a half hours of struggling with two physics assignments that are due in the morning, and no matter what I do, nearly all of my attempts are wrong.
Anger is a funny thing. I like to hold mine out at arms length and look at it, instead of soaking it in and acting as I want to. Heaven knows I would absolutely love to start shouting in my poor, startled professor's face, mainly about his decision to record his lecture for the snow day and his general unavailability when I need him. Poor man--I can see his blue eyes bugging out of his head in shock, and even in my angry imagination it makes me chortle. But, it's not all his fault. Most of it, but not all of it.
I would love to break something right now. I know, I know--that's generally a guy's perogative when they're furious, not a girl's, but my head doesn't understand that and there's rampage's worth of adrenaline flowing through my body, just aching to be used in some distructive purpose. Unfortunately, I can't work it off by running or even stomping around the apartment, since dropkicking Katie's box of books on Friday has left me with a slightly broken foot.
I'm also angry at myself, for being unable to work through what I'm sure are simple ideas, at least to somebody. And as this anger is the only piece I can take out on somebody, I take it out on myself, by continuing to struggle and waste time in my quest to finish a project which will never, I am sure, be done.
And so I sit here, frustrated somewhat enraged and tired and feeling nastily helpless, deadlines looming, colorful curses running through my head (along the lines of, "may the fleas of a thousand camels..."). And more than that, I'm sitting quietly, albeit slightly wild-eyed. Lots of anger, nowhere to put it. I just want help.