I was walking back to my place today and I happened to be holding a clay cup in my head.. I guess it's clay. Anyway, I had this tremendous urge to just let it slip from my hands so that I could watch it shatter on the ground and heard the sound of it break. I had to fight the urge, because I really do like the cup and there didn't seem to be any rational reason for me to drop it. But yeah.. I really, really wanted too. :) I think the stress from finals and closing has gotten to me.. yay.