I'm sitting here after a perfecty decent night at work; really a good night, actually. Nothing is wrong; there's no impending doom; nothing unusual happened. And yet I feel all twitchy and stressed and guilty. I feel like I've done something wrong, and I haven't.

I get this every once in a while; I don't know why. It's maddening, though, because when you feel guilty you want to do something to make up for whatever you did wrong. But I didn't do anything, dammit!

Ahrg. I'm going to go watch Roseanne or something stupid like that.

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