Or something. It’s just…ugh. I don’t even know, you know?
My paper was horrendous. There’s no other way to describe it.
Then, after I had gone all the way down to campus through the snow (flurries) the professor cancelled class. Only an hour before the class was due to start, mind you, so no one would have had time to find out it was cancelled before they left for campus. Or very few people would, anyway. (With the class starting during rush hour, it makes the commute difficult no matter where you’re coming from.)
Oh, and he tacked on a new assignment to watch a movie (which apparently he or someone has posted on YouTube in its entirity, which seems to me rather odd) and said movie is a theatrical movie from some years back which I have heard is absolutely ungodly awful. Admittedly, that’s part of his point–we’re supposed to post on the class discussion board about its ethnic stereotyping–but I really don’t want to watch it.
It just feels like everything’s going wrong.
And I’m totally out of money, but don’t have any more coming in until the 15th. Ugh.
And my gas bills are ludicrously high, even though I keep my house absurdly cold. (Seriously, in light of how much my gas bill was, I had dropped the thermostat from 63 to 60 degrees. As that didn’t save me much money, I’ve dropped it further to 59.)
Yeah, so my life sucks, as per usual. I’m going to go take a hot bath and try to forget my life exists.