The Roommate has been under a lot of stress lately, including a (mostly) unexpected breakup. I think he's handling it well, viz:

Roommate: I could really use a nice round of sporting clays right now.
Me: [Looks at him, amused]
Roommate: Maybe I should explain.
Me: No, no, I get it. Blowing shit up always makes me feel better, too, I just tend to do it online.