Perhaps we should all wear fake hair when we need a boost

Tonight I have a dress rehearsal and tomorrow I have my drag performance for the local circus. Bree is in my act and so for it has been really fun acting things out with her(and I am sure will continue to be so). I am a little nervous as usual but I know that for some strange reason facial hair gives me an extra boost of courage.
I have been having anxious dreams all week. As Bree put it to me about her own dreams, when waking I don't feel rested with such busy thoughts having just left me. If only I could leave busy thoughts in dreamland.
I see the doctor on Tuesday. I also have a test that day. Statistics. It does no good to worry about it before I know anything(very often said advice that so rarely is taken). Perhaps I should wear facial hair to the doctors?
I am scatterbrained in every sense of the word. I need to pick Bree up at the library(where she works) and I go to the forestry building(where most of her classes are). I make wrong turns going home and write x's when I want to write r's or f's when I want n's. I forget the obvious time and time again. What we did yesterday and what we are doing tonight. Why we can't go here and must instead go there. I feel as though I am often questioned and I have no reply or even the slightest recollection of an answer. When do I check out and when do I check back in? Why have I no control over the simple matters in my life? It is enough to make a girl think she is going crazy. Thank goodness I am so secure.