Morning anxiety

It's the mornings where anxiety seems to kick me the most. But as I work through it sort of subsides. Never fully goes away, never fully allows me live in the moment.
I've my driving test on Monday and already my stomach is in knots. I am not expecting to pass first time at all, although I feel i'm capable. It's too late for me to change it now anyway, I'm more going for the experience just to see how it plays out so I can be fully ready for next time.
But before then, I've a final lesson with my instructor. God. I hope it goes well because if it doesn't, I'll just get myself in such a state for the Monday. Blimey. I hope I can take it on, though. I hope I can surprise myself and keep my nerves under control.
But before any of that, I've a date this evening with Phil. I'm really looking forward to it. He's coming to my place for dinner, wine and games. It should be good fun. I was really hoping that both of my housemates would be out but unfortunately one of them will be. I mean, it's her house too, I wouldn't want her to feel like she can't do what she wants, but still, it's a shame because I'll be conscious of the noise. But hopefully none of it will be a problem. I just want him to feel comfortable and at ease in my company, in my surroundings. Hopefully we can look at some of my artwork, maybe watch a film or two...i'm looking forward to entertaining, I haven't done it for a very long time. I feel out of practice. Alcohol should help.