Can't Sleep.

My face itches from all this tanning creme I've been putting on in efforts to stop looking like Casper the Friendly Ghost. My tummy has been killing me, burning pain in my side (no, not my appendix, trust me, that's already been cut out) and I'm hungry but can't eat without practically dying. And I can't breathe. Too stressed to breathe. Took yoga last night - amazing as always - but I wish I could take it every day! I've been anti-anxiety for quite some time now and I almost forgot what hell it was to not be able to get any air to my lungs. Really annoying. Thinking about being without Caleb for so long, while I'm in San Francisco, is killing me. Not to mention, he's contemplating a move himself. Not too far, but still very soon. I don't know if I'm ready for that, but I can't tell him no. He needs to do what he needs to do, just like I need to go to FIDM. I know we'll be fine, but it still sucks. And I like being able to breathe normally.

I guess I'm done complaining now. I just can't sleep.