The Screech of Grinding Teeth.

I've developed a new habit.

I've been waking in the morning with this terrible, paralysing feeling of stress. Every morning. And I can't figure out why. I wake, tense and un-rested, with the urge to cry out - about what, I'm unsure. But it's an overwhelming feeling, as if I've ruined something that cannot be fixed.

I wish I could tell you my new habit was some pleasurably naughty addiction like coffee or cracking my knuckles. Instead, i'm giving myself stomach ulcers over imaginary dilemmas.

I don't know, maybe I need to take up Tai Chi or meditation or something...