Sarah's Sense of Foreboding

I feel uneasy, heavy, worried. Can't put a name on it. Don't know the cause, but I know I will find one some time later today - no matter how tenuous the relationship between cause and effect - I will find something to pin it to so I can say, "Now I understand why I felt so agitated. So and so had a car accident" or "A volcano took forty lives in the middle of the ocean somewhere." I wonder why I even bother to look for causes. Can't I just have a sagging feeling in my gut for no reason? Isn't it possible that hunger pains mixed with boredom throw in a dash of headache could approximate a sense of foreboding? Or that the cheetos I had for breakfast yesterday have finally caught up with me?

I remember more than once waking in the middle of the night, worried for someone later finding out they ran away from home or were hurting themselves at the very time I jolted out of bed. I suppose this is enough cause to justify my belief that right now I am feeling that heavy pull in my gut because someone or something is wrong or hurting or whatever. Like Jedi's, I suppose (although I hate to draw the comparison so close to the release of yet another waste of George Lucas' money) sensing a disturbance in the force. Or counselor Troi sensing anger as she stands there on the bridge looking concerned in her asymmetric unitard. Is it a function of my hyper-empathy super-skills or just a misreading of physical fluctuations?

So, seriously, what is going on? Is there an avalanche burying a small, Peruvian village right now? Did Code Red just launch a vanilla flavored product? Help me out here, people. What's wrong?