Minor rage, last night: Trying to write something in OpenOffice Writer, trying to figure out how to apply a page style to just one page. No idea. It kept applying the change to the first page and third page, but the second page(which had a table on it) wasn't touched. And that was after figuring out how to create a new page style(more effort than it should have been).
Moderate rage, Wednesday morning/afternoon: Cleaning out my computer(of dust, not porn), which is neccessary every few months since it starts to randomly crash when I don't. Thought the underside of the CPU fan was dirty again. It wasn't, but I nearly broke off on of the mounting pegs trying to get it back in(ruined one fan this way already). Thankfully, I only bent it, and had to bend it back into place(more than once) with a pair of pliers. If I had broke it, I'd have turned the house upside down looking for superglue to fix it because I really don't feel like buying another goddamn fan.
It was most likely dirty RAM cards/slots.
Major RRAAAAAGGGE, all week: Stepdad has pretty much openly admitted that he assumes I'm a source of income for him, and behind my back said he's planning of forcing me to get job to turn over pretty much everything I'd make just so he can live his dream of living in a camper like the piece of trailer trash he's just trying to live as. Considering that if I got a job that pays like he wants, I'd probably have enough to afford my own place, which I'd do at first oppurtunity.