It's Not Good

I can feel myself getting more and more stressed. My mind is getting cloudy and overpopulated, and it's having a very negative effect on me. My usual stress relief strategies aren't working. My never-fail song to make me smile failed today. I couldn't get through the first verse of The Sound of Silence before I gave up, and my usual relaxing shower made me frustrated in ways that I have no idea how. I don't have a good book to focus on, I'm under a lot of pressure from school to memorize a lot of information, and I'm doing so much for the next theatre showcase that I'm really starting to feel the strain.
I'm not complaining on the showcase front. I volunteered to do all of it, and I will do it all. I've got most of the stuff memorized, and I was pretty confident up until the last session. I've been given an extract from Wuthering Heights to perform, and I'm so glad I got it because really I wanted it when he offered other the first time to someone else. Now it's mine and I can't wait. It's quite long so memorizing it word for word might prove a little tricky, but I'm sure my determination will get me through. I still need to polish off The Tenancy of Skin, but I know how I'm gonna do that now, and there's a few points on the Young Love scripts that aren't perfect yet, but I know they'll be simple enough. Then I said I'd do a sonnet, which to be honest worries me a little, but if I have too much trouble with it I can always just not do it.
I can't believe we get to do the Sound of Silence. I can't explain how excited I am. Of course I'm a little nervous, but I'd be worried if I wasn't, for nerves shows how much you care about something, and I damn well need to get this right.
I'm really feeling theatres though. I know it'll all turn out fine, so this is getting ridiculous. I need to sleep, because I'm pretty sure insomnia wouldn't help me at all right now. Night.