Comp gods are shitheads!
Apparently, the computer gods have decided that today (and last night) is a good time to fuck with me. I am not amused. To make a nastily long story short, the entire architecture system is down, and I have absolutely no access to my file whatsoever. Even if I could access it, I have no idea what to do with it, owning to the circumstances I described yesterday. So, I walked all the way back home (in the rain), having gotten nothing done, and proceeded to buy a Twix bar and a package of mini devil's food cakes (so I could undo all of this morning's workout.) Taner had better damn well extend the deadline to Wednesday. If he doesn't, this'll be the first time ever I have failed to get a project of any sort finished.
Oh, and also, my hair looks like someone twirled it around in a Cuisinart before unceremoniously dumping it on my head. If you don't know, I'm very particular about my hair, because I had about 6 bad-hair YEARS in a row. Now that I've figured out how to get it to look good, I want it to stay that way. Hence why none of you will ever see photos from that period -- EVER. FUCK YOU, RAIN!
Oh, and also, my hair looks like someone twirled it around in a Cuisinart before unceremoniously dumping it on my head. If you don't know, I'm very particular about my hair, because I had about 6 bad-hair YEARS in a row. Now that I've figured out how to get it to look good, I want it to stay that way. Hence why none of you will ever see photos from that period -- EVER. FUCK YOU, RAIN!