I think I got too much aggression out this morning. I was pounding chicken breasts flat for tonight's chick parm dinner, so that they could spend the day marinating. And it felt really good to be hammering at them, but now I feel run down and tired. It's like I needed that aggression to survive the subway to work and the crushing boredom of my job. It turns out that without that aggression, I might just fall asleep.