Ok, you know those days where you feel like punching a baby? Well, I just had a day where I felt like punching a baby, picking it up by its tiny legs, and then bludgeoning other babies
with that baby, then, after the carnage, taking one of the larger bones strewn about after all the baby bludgeoning, and stabbing myself in the face with it.
So that was what today was like. Being stabbed with a baby femur. Which is arguably better than being stabbed with an adult femur, but anyways, everything that could have gone wrong today, did. Fortunately, my teacher has this "bah who cares turn it in whenever" attitude that took the edge off of the stress of trying desparately to get my project done today, while the universe was doing its very best to ensure that I went crazy trying to do so.
Mainly the stress stems from the fact that this afternoon my computer decided that it didn't feel like doing anything I asked it to. Right-clicking was a painful, 5 minute process; looking at the task manager, 2% of my cpu was being used, and 23% of my memory, so there was no actual
reason to, for example, take 15 minutes to load firefox. After wrestling with it for about 3 hours, I was ready to beat my head on the keyboard, because I couldn't even get the programs that I needed for the project to open up. I won't go into all the other million tiny things that went wrong, but believe me when I say that that is just the tip of the impending mental breakdown iceburg.
Feeling much better now, though. Got home, got most of the project finished in the school's lab. The lab computers are slower than mine by a good deal, and I was fighting being distracted by the class that was in the lab at the time, so it took longer than it should have and I missed everyone else's presentations. Mr. Kussman said that it was ok that I didn't have it done, as long as I turned it in by Saturday, so I don't need to worry about the project as much. I'm still worried about my computer, though it's doing alright at the moment, so it may have magically resolved itself, you know, after I needed it to so badly.
Unrelated note: I was making myself some of the loose tea I got at this place called "Reali-tea" (it was fantastic), and while making it, thought to myself "loose tea... man, my tea is a slut!" which was followed by "I like my tea leaves like I like my men... loose" and immediately followed by "I like my tea leaves like I like my men... in a bag". It should have been disturbing, and had I meant it it would have been, but I just wanted to share that particularly odd train of thought. Peace!