I'm in a mood to communicate some irrational exuberance. The marked-down Everlast workout goods at Marshall's were looking pretty alluring. But, since I only practice symbolic violence, I will direct my urges to watching my first boxing match in ages. The fact that I can chalk it off as "research" for something I'm working on about Manchester is an added bonus. And I will at least be able to imagine myself wreaking havoc on certain individuals, assuming that the pins I keep sticking in my travel-size Wilbur the Wildcat haven't already achieved that goal for me.