Actually, I was already angry. I came home from visiting my mum to write 90% of a very long rant, before running out of steam. I'll post it in a bit, but it'll be locked to a specific friends group - please don't be offended if you can't read it, it's just about some quite personal stuff. Reading other people's journals made me feel better (I thought I was going to kill adjectivemarcus for this post, but then I realised it had cheered me up immensely), and then the food helped too, and now I'm just ill, stressed and tired, but fairly perky, rather than the insanely angry that I was when I got in 2 hours ago.
Blah. I hate certain selected parts of my life. I hate the illness and the birth family parts, and I love my friendships, relationships and chosen family. I expect most people's birth family drive them nuts at times, but mine really does win an award.