One week and counting

September first is coming way too quickly for me to handle. There's just so much to be done, only I'm not sure what it all is because I've made about 15 different to do lists at various times in the past two weeks and I can only find one or two at this point. This wouldn't be a problem except that each list has a set of completely different things on it, depending on what I could remember at the time I made it, and I'm terrified that I'll forget something of the utmost importance because of my scatterbrained-ness. And then there are the things that are completely beyond my control; my contacts shipped today, and all I can do is keep my fingers crossed that they'll get here on time. The good news is that I only have one shot left (rabies) and have done most of my shopping. There is hope for me yet, I guess.
After an uncomfortable episode on Tuesday, I'm returned to a general state of calmness, coolness and collection. On Tuesday I had a series of panic attacks that left me with shaking hands, trying to regulate my breathing at my desk as the weight of all that was coming hit me in waves. Actually, though, I blame the Starbucks tall coffee I'd drunk for that. Apparently caffeine is not my thing. Granted, I know I tend to get pretty hyper and even a bit crazed on the rare occasions when I have coffee. I talk a lot and sometimes have uncontrollable giggle fits. This time, though, I had a coffee at 9:30 after lifeguarding and was shaking for the whole day at work until I got home at 7. Does caffeine really take that long to wear off?
So instead of drinking coffee at any time during this coming week, I'm going to
take deep breaths, plow ahead with my packing and bury myself in Arrested Development, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Twin Peaks, various movies on my Netflix queue, The Amber Spyglass and...erm...my required reading. Bleargh.