Cookie therapy

I hate stress. It hates me. Some people perform well when they feel like their feet are in the fire, almost as if the added pressure turns them from a lump of coal into some kind of shiny diamond or something. I don't get it really. Two things tend to happen to me when I'm feeling stressful: my fingernails get short and ragged, and I eat cookies. A lot of them.
Everyone has their own coping mechanism with elevated stress levels, be it exercise, crack cocaine, or meticulously dusting the tops of doorways. Me personally: I become a milk-and-cookie monster. Seriously, I've been known to polish off an entire bag of Oreo cookies in a single sitting. Today, it was Safeway brand sandwich cookies, but they're no safer than their black-and-white comrades. This is what stress makes me do.
I'm not the most organized person, so it's been difficult for me to simultaneously coordinate my efforts at finding a job, a reasonably-priced apartment in this highly sought-after place, and a cell phone (out of necessity, not desire). I'm also planning a trip to Germany and Easter Europe next May, and struggling with the best way to help a good friend who is going through tough times. I always say it's better to be busy than bored, but I guess it's worth acknowledging that there is a limit to what I can juggle, and I'm not far from it.
I've gone to every scuba dive shop in Monterey in search of employment, with some success. There are apparently a few boats that need the occasional divemaster to help out on their trips, which sounds like a good fit for me. The downside (of sorts) is that the boats only hire divemasters that are independent contractors. This means that, in order to be employed by them, I need to have my own liability insurance (on top of the diving injury insurance I choose to have), my own dive gear, and a license to practice business in Monterey.
Oh geez! That reminds me that I need to buy new fins and a mask! Cripes...