Fighting the urge.

For about the last 16 hours, I've been fighting the urge to scream and yell. I guess it must be pent up frustration that I haven't found an outlet for yet. I know how I'd like to let that frustration out, but that would probably get me a free pass to jail. So far I haven't had an opportunity to let out a nice scream. Pretty sure that the customers at panty heaven wouldn't have loved it if I had just randomly screamed at the top of my lungs. Pretty sure my cheer girls would've thought I was nuts if I had just started screaming in the middle of them doing cheers. My coworkers at my office would probably be worried for my sanity if I just started yelling.

I've just got to get this tightness out of my chest and stomach. I hate feeling like this.