Revulsion and fury rose in him like vomit; he balled up the newspaper and threw it, with all his force, at the wall, where it joined the rest of the rubbish heaped around his overflowing bin.
Oh, uh, that would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, and then I realized I didn't need it, so I balled it up and...(sees that Monica is glaring at him)...now I wish I was dead.