Sometimes you have one of those days where you can't put your finger on why, but something is bothering you. Something is keeping you on edge.

You try and relax, and you try and stay calm, but there's that little bit of anxiety that follows you around, poking at you from the inside, like some imp in your skull. You think if you do something, the right thing, eventually anything, you can make it go away. If you talk to someone, if you read something, watch a bit of TV, surf the web, you can make it go away.

It's like a subliminal buzz, just under the range of hearing. Pawing, prodding, keeping you from ever really feeling at ease. You'd kill to get to a calm state, not that there'd be anyone to get rid of that would help.

You want to burn off the energy that is causing this, so you may sit there for hours just bouncing your leg up and down, waiting for exhaustion to set in.

You'll be mentally exhausted first, but when you get to bed you still stare at the ceiling, thinking. Your brain spins in all directions, analyzing, over-analyzing, over-over analyzing.

It's like all the scary parts of love without any of the good parts.

When your body finally runs out of energy and you do sleep, you dream of things like taking scantron tests all night long, endlessly filling in bubbles for some important life-making evaluation that only ends when your alarm clock goes off the second time, because you hit snooze the first time in your sleep.

You can only hope you're too tired to start the process over again for another day.