I hope I am sick.
But I'm pretty sure finding out that if I ever want to be an IS major I should probably be in 2 IS classes next semester, despite the fact that I'm still not sure I want to be an IS major, a messy room, a tough news story, and feeling generally inadequate at this amazing, and yet inadequate in itself place is enough to make one angsty. Maybe even depressed.
We'll hope for physical illness...
Also, I can't spell inadequate tonight. Hooray!