It's going to be fine (knock on wood--seriously, everyone reading this should knock on wood). I just have to psych myself up for driving a cargo van around Manhattan this morning. My back-up plan is to put on the hazards and drive really slowly. If someone yells at me (which they will), I'll pretend I have some sort of impairment. Which, at this point, won't be much of a stretch.
Pretty soon, Monday, in fact, I'll be back to regular life where I can concentrate in class and do my homework and clean my house and make dinner for myself.
And itching for another project to pull me out to sea.