running out of drywall

A situation took place a few days ago that frustrated beyond words.

As the bitterness reached full bloom, the only thing I wanted to do in that moment was put my fist through a wall at Mach 8 speed.

That prompted me to think back over the last two years. I subsequently thought about the fact I've (figuratively) put my fist through the wall many, many times. To the point there aren't hardly any untouched places on the walls remaining.

So I commented to The Man, "You know, this is right at the point where all drywall has been punched. It seems as though there is maybe one or two punches left, and that's it. Then what?"