Lemon

Once upon a time, I was sad if life served me lemons. Then I learned to make lemonade and that was fine. Just dandy in fact.  

So if on a day that deals you lemons, it dishes you a late-night grand finale of salt to rub into your wounds, I guess the right thing to do, maybe the only thing to do is SLAM. 

Slam around the house. Slam the door of the dishwasher with a resounding ring of glasses chipping against each other. Slam your bare fist into the punch-bag when you pass it on your way to the utility room. Slam out your bitterest version of The Way You Look Tonight on those poor neglected piano keys. Slam your hand in the lid of the piano - on purpose, just so that something else hurts more than the thing that is hurting you inside.