Some kind of terrible Anger Wind blew into town last night and bewitched all formerly sane people, myself included. The Girl's Night turned into a nightmare, I got into an enormous fight with my husband and slept on the couch, and our dog head-butted through his metal cage and ate my husband's $300 winter coat (got it for hiking in Nepal, we are not bajillionaires). ANGER EVERYWHERE and I am so hungover and have to go to a wedding in an hour. Inane. I know. But, fuck. I just want to crawl into bed and cease existing.