I want to push something down the stairs

And watch it smash to pieces. Usually this destructive frame of mind is brought on by frustration and pent up anger, but I think I've got mostly boredom and depression right now. Which means that I feel like pushing stuff down the stairs, but I just sigh and say to myself "what's the point." I always get kinda down when Marc leaves, and it's only exacerbated by my complete lack of anything to do. I'm looking forward to a weekend of dancing and drinking in the new year in Houston.