There are times when I know I'm stressed.  Symptoms other than the obvious hair falling out and the acne tend to appear.

Like the fact that I have to think about controlling some of the impulses that I have.

Like tonight, when I walked by one of the bunks and a pair of feet were dangling over the edge of the bed into the aisleway.  The urge to tickle the feet was strong.  Resisted, but, still.

And earlier today.  I was walking on the sidewalk, but couldn't resist the impulse to, when someone tried to pass me, move over so he had to stumble off the sidewalk to get around me. 

Most of these quirky impulses are easy to resist.  Some, like the sidewalk incident, aren't so easy.

Why, just this morning, one of my co-workers started singing a Michael Jackson song, complete with the more G-Rated gestures that Michael used to do.  I had just gotten up to throw something away and so I ran back into the room screaming like an adoring fan at a concert.  The other folks in there almost fell out of their chairs, they were laughing so hard. 

So, some impulses are good at least.