I got up at 4 to hug my mom goodbye, then I got up at seven and I felt so terrible. Not sick, just horribly uncomfortable. I don't know how to describe it. I guess it's kind of like having a dream that you're falling, or on a run away train and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it, and you can't figure out how to wake up. I just don't feel good about something, but I don't know what it is. I just want to stay home today and cry. Gah. I HATE THIS FEELING.