There was too much going on! I should have noticed the signs…studying, drinking, hungry, Superbowl…I was bound to lash out and with no Snickers in sight, it was doomed. The worst part is, I didn’t even go to the comfortable bed of anger; that might have been easier to swallow the following morning. No, no. Indeed, I boiled over, the pot was flipping and dancing on the edges as steam exhaled trying to sooth its emotional chaos.