Stress.

I am deathly ill. (maybe not deathly but that is what it feels like).
My voice sounds like a man.
School starts up in a month.
I go through the temple today.
I forgot my breakfast at home.
I am starting my internship.
My apartment is a disaster.
I have been sleeping on the floor for the past week.
I am trying to learn enough & be confident enough to teach a college-level government class.
My dinner last night consisted of Cookie dough & a little bit of a Easy Mac.
Financial Aid is due.
I get married in a week.

Needless to say I need a vacation. I need a break. I need a week with just me and my man. No worries, no wedding planning, no stress.