twincityhacker

Almost gave myself a panic attack by pushing "submit" before attaching my cog sci paper.

Luckily, the form errored out. *sighs in relief*

Which is, itself, not quite done. It's 150 words short, but it's the page count they want so it's getting sent in!

I have five pages due today. I'm still stuck on two and a half, and have been for the last twenty four hours. I just don't have any more to say! Stupid wordcounts.

OMG. It took all fucking day to write 500 words of Cognitive Science. It's like pulling teeth, only without the happy fun gas that you get before hand. The best part is that I still have 140 words of a paper left, but it's not due 'till Friday so it's so getting fucking backburned it's not funny.

And I would be getting a new phone from Tracphone, as my model is going to cease to work. Except I didn't pack my phone charger, and none of the five gazillion other chargers I did pack will charge the damm thin, so I can't get my SIM number, so I can't get a new phone. FUN. Which is okay, as even when it worked I couldn't get a fucking signal anywhere in Bloomington.

It turns out that I could pry off the battery to get to the SIM number. YAY!

So I wrote cog sci and did my laundry. I didn't get a chance to go out and check for OUT, though this may have been a good thing.

I'm going to get supper and watch John Barrowman. I think get hypnotized, pass-life regressed. As this will clearly cure all ills, or something. Or Torchwood. SOMETHING. With John Barrowman in it. *nods*