I rarely get really mad, but when I do, this is how I deal.
  1. Knead pizza dough, hard
    If it didn't have gluten before, it will when I'm done with it.
  2. Refuse to talk about it.
  3. INSIST on talking about it.
  4. Scream-sing angry songs.
    "You Oughta Know," "Bad Blood," "You're So Vain," etc.
  5. Cry.
  6. Go for a hate-run, pounding my fury into the pavement.
    Good for the soul, hard on the knees.
  7. Draft a passive aggressive email but not send it.
  8. Draft a passive aggressive blog post but not post it.
  9. Drive the hills of San Francisco with the windows down, blasting hardcore rap.