Dial M for Murder

The phone call left me grinning like an idiot; a grin so wide that it introduced my one ear to the other.
Slowly, slowly, the grin faded; to be replaced by a scorn and then a frown. My heart began to beat faster and faster. As reality sunk on me with the force of a hundred tsunami waves, I was left benumbed.
A feeling of hapless weariness overtook me. Soon, anger...pure, white anger seared through me; like a heated knife through butter. My eyes became blood shot and my very veins throbbed. Like a hunted hound, i paced back and forth...
This wrath in me was growing like a virus, feeding on itself; threatening to completely overtake me...

Before, you begin to get any ideas, the reason for my above state is solely due to Anna University...yes, they have postponed my exams; not once, not twice, but THREE times...

UPDATE: I have now turned into a serial killer. This is the only solution to channelise my wrath. With great planning and precision, I zeroed in on my first kill. With unparalleled skill( that is sure to go down in the annals of homicidal maniacs) I delivered the fatal blow...My dear readers, under the oath of secrecy, I will reveal to you, the name of my victim....Mr.Periplanata Americana( umm...yes the tiny cockroach that dared to walk into the portals of my room :)) Aah..I'm feeling so much better already! Muhahahaha (evil laugh)

LATEST UPDATE: I'm in the search of a worthy second victim. Muhahahaha.

Ok, I just cant resist this... Why do I have oats for breakfast, cornflakes for lunch and more oats for dinner???

Well, that's because, I'm a serial killer. Muhahahaha.