I can't breathe, can barely sleep.I toss and turn on my colorful sheets, trying to reinvent myself in its sparkling colors, to little avail. I try to tire myself by thinking, but the more I think, the more awake I get. Anguish is like fuel for our jaded minds.And you can rehearse for this moment. Role-playing it and testing your response every time to see if it improves. Train your weathered