Is This A Problem?

My catchphrase of late has been, "is this a problem?!" I say it in reference to the pile of clothes strewn all over my floor, I say it in reference to when the frats are blasting music and people are partying while I'm snuggled deep inside a cocoon of peace and warmth. I say it when I reach for a second helping of dessert and when I'm falling asleep at 9pm.

What I'm trying to say is, I think my subconscious is telling me that my life in itself is a bit of a problem.

Is It A Problem If ...
// I found the "Will & Kate" Lifetime movie on Netflix and said 'peace!' to studying for the midterm I had the next day?
// And, is it a problem that I searched maniacally for "Magic Beyond Words: JK Rowling's Story" right afterwards? (It was on Netflix.) And cried at the end? Me and my Brits, what can I say.
// I order Huevos Rancheros whether it's at brunch with friends or dinner with my pops or late night dinner with my roommate at a diner?
// My ToDoist emails me every morning telling me that my laundry is X days overdue. Not telling you what the number actually is, I don't need no judgment on this Friday.
// Can't seem to locate my camera charger, my Clarisonic, my favorite gray T-shirt, my razor, or my soul. #midterms
// I now go to Starbucks more than one time a day. Every day. (Can't help that it's a two minute walk from my house.)
// Cassandra and I heat up some microwave taquitos for weekend dinners and stare the people next to us down who dared to spend an hour crafting up a gourmet meal.
// We pop cheap champagne, drizzle in some expensive St. Germain, and cheers to celebrating successes ... of friends? I mean, yes, we're quite accomplished at getting through a season of Buffy in record time, but our friends have been accomplishing tasks equal in caliber such as getting into law school and other adult things.
So, friends, are you more put together than me? (The answer should be an easy yes.)