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So, my laptop is dead.

I don't know why. I just know it won't turn on.

Funny thing? My teacher warned us OVER AND OVER to back up our files to a separate place. Do you think I did that?

Don't be ridiculous. (I always back up my fic to Google docs. I think possibly this says sad things about my priorities in life.)

So my, uh, twenty-page paper that's due in four hours?

Needs to be rewritten. In that time period.

I got up at six-thirty to maximize my working period, only to discover that, hey, the school computer labs don't open till eight. So I'm an hour shorter of sleep than necessary and no further ahead on this stupid thing.

I hate college, you know? I hate me and my stupidity, too, obviously, but I really, really, really hate college.

Six weeks left in the semester, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks

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Data irretrievable, but after I retype tomorrow's papers I won't have lost much beyond a few of the latest Panic photos and my Solitaire scores, which were abysmal anyway. Everything else, thank heaven, I backed up a few days ago. I'm annoyed I didn't put Razia's Shadow and Do the Trick or Treat onto my iPod, as neither Tiffany nor the school computers can have iTunes on them, but I can borrow the parentals' computer this weekend for that.

Made the deadline for the big paper by the skin of my teeth, but there is more to do tonight to catch me up. So, alas, I suck and cannot hang out and chat, despite the fact that more of you are around tonight than have been in the past month.

I would also like to state for the record that I knew I shouldn't have said I could keep up with HIMYM now, it was just ASKING for computer problems.

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P.S. Someone remind me it is bad manners to correct the grammar of this person's paper when it's not my job to peer-review it and she's already turned it in.

I won't, not really, but, seriously--when we're writing academic papers, we use complete sentences. No, really.