Generally feeling icky. Which is actually a step up from how I was feeling a few hours ago, when I was sort of shifting between wanting to cry and feeling so angry I could punch a hole in the wall. Nothing in particular brought it on except maybe the book I'm trying to finish for my 19th Century French Literature exam, which is the single most depressing piece of literature I've ever had to read. 400+ pages of reading about why life is meaningless and it starts to wear on you. I've put off reading the darn thing all semester precisely because I find it so triggering to so much as open, and now I'm essentially gorging myself on it so I can write a coherent essay in the exam ... Not good. On top of that I found out my residence is closing a day earlier than I thought, which means I officially have no place to sleep the night before I fly home. I guess I'll be getting a hotel. Not a HUGE deal in the long run but what would ordinarily be just a slight irritant is enough to reduce me to tears today. AAAAAAAAAGH! On top of that, yesterday my family called, interrupting MY evening, and I got to sit there listening to my brother throwing one of his teenage-the-world-revolves-around-me tantrums and yelling into the speakerphone for me to shut up. I love my family but I can't say I particularly like them.

Here I go, feeling tears coming on again, when ten minutes ago I was just irritable. I don't know if this is the new meds I've started or general exam anxiety or the fact that I've spent too much time with that stupid book today but I feel about ready to explode.