...nothing ever seems to go right.

No, the door didn't do anything, but this is what I felt like doing about two hours ago, and I figured it'd be better to draw than to do it...

I'm much better now, thanks.

Nothing like a few hundred splinters to relieve stress, eh?

Hey! That reminds me of that Barenaked Ladies song “The Old Apartment”. One line says:

“Why did you plaster over...the hole I punched in the door?”

Its just like it!