Punched a wall

So, not much to report. Though when Samantha spewed canine diarrhea all over the bathroom on Friday night, I did punch a wall, though not very hard. More of a DANGIT fist smack than a punch. Since starting Zoloft in the early 2000s, I hadn't really punched walls very often (though prior to Zoloft, I had been known to do so occasionally), so the wall punching may be of note. However, given the circumstances, I think I can give myself a pass. There was dog poo EVERYWHERE, on the walls, on the door to the boiler, on the floor, on the shower curtain, on the rugs. So, punched a wall, but I'm not sure if it is related to my unmedication, given the craptastic mess I was facing. Pun intended.