This morning went pretty well, although I felt much more nervous, panicky, on edge, whatever word you want to use to describe it really, and I ended up tripping on the brick stairs on the front of my house and my knee landed on the corner of one of the bricks. The reason why this happened is because, I was already panicking, rushing, and with that combination, something like that is bound to happen. I think that part of the reason why I was like that is because last night, at around midnight when I was trying to get to sleep, I heard 3 shots from a weapon that sounded like a rifle come from the general direction of my street (I live in a cul-de-sac), and then I woke my dad up to tell him what I heard, and not even a couple minutes later, both of us heard 6...