Have you ever worked so much, you came home, passed out on the bed, woke up few hours later to what appeared to be sunrise, thought you slept all the way to the morning, hurried to get to work only to realize that the fawking time is wrong after you've left the garage?
Nope - thank feck ... closest was when I had to be knocked out to have a clean break in my tibia pulled back into place without cutting me open or pins. Modern medicine rocks!!
Hye climbed a hill/mountain and just screamed out all your frustration at the summit?