Cool as a cucumber

To the outside world I appear calm, collected, and sweat free. Hard to imagine, I know, though I am not actually feeling too overwhelmed by the planning process. But apparently I am having subconscious stress that is started to manifest itself in severe facial acne and nightmares every night since Saturday. Last night, I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window, panicking, wonding why I hadn't yet completed some crucial task. My dreams are so vivid, that even when I wake up, I am convinced in my soul that they are true.

But let's go back to the acne. Um, why can't a girl be just nice and pretty on one day?