Today I feel like this:
I think I need to go to that place where the wild things are. So I can yell and shout and huff and puff until the whole house comes down. I would like very much to kick someone in the shin. Hard. I similarly think I would derive substantial pleasure from sticking my tongue out at strangers, or pressing the "close door" button on the elevator while a colleague rushed to catch it. If I had one of my ever forgiving sisters handy, I would say there is a 92% chance I would pinch her. And if I still had interns, I'd probably make one go get me coffee. From the far place.

Because sometimes--when you feel like the big bad wolf--it's fun to be a little bit wicked.