pain’s the only way to happiness

Oh I've got a rant, friends. So be prepared.

Yesterday and today, I used precious vacation hours to work on this stupid paper. I had The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis: Volume III Fed-Ex'ed to my house. I wrote, I bitched, I wrote. I drove to two different libraries in search of books, I scrambled and fought for parking spaces where there were none.

I spent five dollars and wasted 64 sheets of paper on copies of my paper for our critique groups tonight. I worried, I stressed, I ate. I stress-ate.

I drank eight cups of coffee. Today.

I stressed some more.

And we had only a half an hour to discuss our papers. I did not get my one-on-one with the professor to find out exactly what it was I needed to do since I missed class. I did not need eight copies of my paper. And I did not need to stress.

Why? Because we only looked at the first f***ing paragraph.

So yes. I'm not in a good place right now. You'd better believe that this professor will get a less than savory performance review from me when this class is over.

(Abs, I'm sorry I didn't call you, but I was too busy fuming on my way home to do anything except sing along to angry Fiona Apple songs.)

End rant.

Now, a plea. If you believe in a higher power that looks after animals, think good thoughts for Zorro tomorrow. He is getting his teeth cleaned. And I have to admit, I'm nervous. Updates to follow, surely.

Quote o' the day (we'll be done with C.S. Lewis when I have turned in this paper):

"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn." - C.S. Lewis