Swimming was good for one thing, I've discovered. Whenever I used to get really angry (which perhaps was even more than I do these days) I'd just go thrash out a few kilometers in the pool, and even though I hadn't addressed the root cause of my anger, I was at least less aggressive about it.
These days, I get angry, and have to resort to listening to The New Pornographers really loudly (comparatively loudly, I have crappy speakers) and spitting out bile on this blog, if I have the time. I need to work out more perhaps.
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