I think I'm a little nervous

I moved into my new place two days ago. I was doing so well--I got groceries, I went to the gym, I walked around the neighborhood, I unpacked and set up my new lovely room. I drove around and saw where I was in relation to other things. I got a library card and checked out some books, and got stamps from the post office. I figured out how to use the new dishwasher and washing machine. I preset new radio stations in my truck. I figured out which light switches turn on which lights.

Then this morning I woke up dreaming that I didn't graduate because I didn't have enough hours of clinical practice. I turned on the TV and watched the Bare Minerals commercial and felt mesmerized by the transformations and insecure about my un-mineral-covered skin and BOUGHT $98 WORTH OF FACE POWDER. (Luckily it's returnable within 30 days.) This is not like me. I finally got my ass out of the house in the afternoon to check out my schools. The drive there is a stressful 35 minutes on 295, where I have 3/4 a mile to cut across 4 lanes of traffic. But once I was in Ashland, I saw the farms and fields and trees and felt better, but wished I lived there instead of in the suburbs. I started getting teary-eyed and was going to see Benjamin Button by myself, but I walked in the theater and walked out and drove home and got lost in my Mcmansion neighborhood on the way to my house. My stomach feels nervous. I guess this is what they call "adjusting."

It's New Year's Eve, my least favorite holiday, and I am trying to think of a resolution, but the only one I know I can keep is "to not explode in 2009."