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Fucking wonderful. I had nightmares all last night and got no rest. When I got up, I was in a rush to get to the theater early because I had a paper due and needed to use the printer in the Design Lab. Five minutes before I walked out the door, I looked at my computer and realized that it had crashed or something. Pretty much everything is gone or disabled. I'm pissed that my Photoshop's down.

Anyway, in the Design Lab, the paper wouldn't open from the disk I had saved it on. My prof told me that I could try another computer later and turn it in after class. Except it didn't work on other computers. So she finally told me (I love her) that since she knows me and trusts me, I can redo it and turn it in tomorrow. So I got back to my dorm to survey the damage done to my computer and Word won't even open.

Then the chair of the theater department emailed me. Awhile back, I had written a One Act as a kind of therapy thing. I never intended for it to be performed because it aired the dirty laundry of someone I care very much about and everyone who saw it would be able to tell. I gave it to him strictly to criticize for writing purposes. I got this email from him saying that he loved the play and wants it performed for the department. So I just wrote him back and told him no.

Needless to say, it has been a shitty, shitty day. And my piercing hurts. I obviously was never meant to get out of bed today.