She ordered me to meet her after work so she could talk to me about that little anger post I made Sunday night (yes, little. You should see what my REAL blowups are like). We met for pizza, and she proceded to talk me down, get my head on straight, yada yada yada.
So, no, I won't be destroying the cabinet, and I won't be giving up on it, I'll give myself some cool down time, and I'll get back to work on it. If I do this right, I should have the game (Orbital) done by Christmas, a little gift to me, from me, for being such an asshole this year.
(That last sentence is just seeing if she's paying attention.)