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My computer went down the crap shoot this week. I'm pretty sure it needs a new hard drive, but it's near impossible for me to get off campus to do anything during the week. It shouldn't be too expensive to fix, for a computer at least, but it's money I don't have at the moment.
On top of that, about every assignment I have to do is computer based at this point in my math/programming career. Not having a computer is a mathematician's hell.
I have a rough draft of a short story due tomorrow. It has to be at least five pages by then. I have no plot. I did NaNoWriMo, so this should be no problem, correct? Wrong. I can't think of a blasted thing to write, and that's after my professor was all like "Your writing is out of this world. I expect great things from your short story." That was the kiss of death if anything ever was.
I have to finish about a gazill other things this week with about everything going wrong simultaneously. I'm stressed. My face is breaking out. I'm not happy at the moment.