rage mode

Right now, I can't decide between being depressed or being "en colère" (= mad). I just wanna go out find that bastard who didn't leave me the note in my mailbox that  the parcel with my laptop in it has arrived, and hit him so hard that he cries for his mummy. Yes, I do have violent fantasies sometimes, when it comes to the French post system. I'm writing this entry  from a mobile device because of this sh*t and I'm not willing to give you further information because if I'd do so, for that I'm sure, I'll either start to cry (again) or kill someone. yeah, I know, #firstworldproblems, but I NEED my laptop. For the worse, the first person to hit in the face (even before that bastard of a postman) would be me. Because I was that dumb idiot who forgot it in Germany in the first place. So, dear only follower I still have, rest calm and be patient. I will soon find a solution (stealing some computers at DARTY/borrowing a laptop of a friend/kill some postmen/wait until march when my brother comes to visit me/die of Internet-starving; which isn't a solution at all). bye