270202, 0121hr, central time.

i had a horrible horrible day. it's one of the perfect stories for primary school chinese compositions titled "the most unlucky day of my life". of course, the problem with that title is that i've (hopefully) not reached the end of my life yet, and i can't judge if today's really the most unlucky day of my life. but it sucks anyway. so i shall whine about it.

didn't i already mention that tuesdays are hell days for me? the painfully long day of the week. today was excruciatingly painful. don't mind the details, let me explain why i'm feeling absolutely exhausted right now, physically and mentally.

6:05am: drag ass out of bed, to continue working on lab report.
7.55am: realise to horror that experiment results are wrong.
7.56am: decide against doctoring the results, and just blame the error on lab equipment provided.
8:30am: happily typing along towards the end of report, knowing i'll be in time for my class at 9.30am.
8:35am: message pops up on screen: "winword has performed an illegal operation and will be closed. blah blah. recommend closing all windows and restart computer. blah blah."
8:35:01am: fuck fuck fuck, did i save my document?
8:35:03am: no i didn't. [curse and swear for 3 minutes.]
8:38am: take deep breath, and start afresh.
9.10am: remember that i still have pol sci class at 9.30am, and have to leave house soon.
9.15am: step out of house door and get swiped in the face by a gust of wind peppered with lethal little ice bullets.
9.16am: contemplate not going to pol sci class today, since we're just watching a video.
9.17am: decide to go anyway, because pol sci midterm coming up next week.
9.55am: told to go home, because the TA cannot work the video equipment. "i'm sorry you guys are here. but you can go home now."
10.15am: get home nearly screaming with frustration.
12.15pm: nearly finished, carefully saving document after changing anything on the stupid lab report. sacrificed lunch, and office hours of another class in order to finish lab report, feeling unhappy with self. feeling horribly hungry too.
12.20pm: toasted bagel jumped out of toaster and lands on thousand-year-old-filthy-like-hell kitchen floor. pathetically pick it up, dust it a little and gobble it down anyway.

ah, i'm sick of this time schedule thing already. basically the idea is that i got screwed by my lab report. or rather, my traitor computer. and the technologically incompetent TA. and the strangely spring-y toaster. and the weather. i remember other things to whine about too, like my frozen toes and fingers. like worrying about my midterm tomorrow. like worrying about alvin. like spending an hour out in the cold rescuing my car from being encapsuled by ice. like still not knowing the results of my appeal. like hoping and praying my senior in stanford can give me a ride to the airport on sunday. like killing myself over half a decimal point of discrepancy in my homework answers.

grinding myself into bits. i'm absolutely exhausted now. maybe tomorrow will be a better day. [please don't snow!]