Ever feel like there's an explosion waiting in the back of your mind?

You feel fine. No one is really bothering you. There's no stress beyond the normal affecting you. Your home life is fine. There's nothing you can point to and say, "That is going to make me blow my top."

But it's there.

That's the way I feel. Lurking somewhere in the background, like my own personal Mr. Hyde, there's an emotional outburst just waiting for its chance to be heard. If I can make it to the weekend I'll be fine. I'll be able to put in one of the movies guaranteed to make me cry and wash this shit out of my system.

I'm not avoiding anything by handling the situation that way. I just think there's a lot of little things that get filed under "that bothers me a bit." This weekend it's time to clean out the files.