Til this house feels like it did before

I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep for days. I'll get in a few hours and then wake up to twiddle my thumbs trying for a few more hours before I have to drag myself to work. I'm a little stressed out. It seems like a whole lot of items piled on my plate all at the same inopportune moment. I think I'm going to really miss everyone here and the restaurant and Berkeley and all of it, but at the moment I would want to be back in NY if for no other reason than to have this stress over and done with and feel like I can breathe a little. I've gotten in 3 hours of sleep so far tonight. It's almost four and I've been awake for well over an hour now. I think it's time for me to just toss in the towel and make some progress on the million things I need to do.