June 3, 1974 In which I am restless

I am so restless. I want to sleep but I have so much to do before I leave that I am kept awake worrying about it. I don't know what I want to do. Clean? I haven't studied for my Spanish final at all. What if I fail it? Then I will fail Spanish. What then? Oh shit, I don't know anything anymore.

Note:
It must have been worry and excitement about going to another country and seeing Jeremy again. I don't recall feeling restless though.