You have a hellish day of work that makes you want to scream and cry and burn the mother _______ office to the ground. When you get home you want to have a tall, strong drink and a cigarette. You want to punch people in the face who look at you the wrong way, you want a football team to accidentally show up looking for directions and you want the night to turn into an adventure that'll make Harold and Kumar jealous for months. Drugs and mayhem, sex and bloodlust. Vulgarity and no remorse.
But instead you make some pasta and have a nap. Maybe tomorrow.