And I thought my day last week was bad. Heh. At this point I would consider driving off of the cliff on Malibu Canyon to be a GOOD day. I am so utterly fucked.

No luck on my disks. All my notes are gone. Vapor. An entire semester's worth of work utterly destroyed in the blink of an eye. And all I did was try to open some of my disks. My papers are all gone as well. There is no way I'm going to be able to pass my finals. And I can kiss my spot in the top 50% goodbye. All I can hope for is to not get kicked out of here once my grades come in.

And if that wasn't enough, I think my new laptop is destroyed as well. I was trying to see if I could get anthing off of the disks during my lunch break. Can we guess where this is going kiddies? That's right, a 20 ounce Mr Pibb is now inside of my laptop. I don't know if it works or not anymore, but I was told to wait until it dries out to try to turn it on. If it does work, I think I'll give it a name. Mr. Sticky works nicely.

At this point, my crippling back pains are the least of my worries. Why does this always happen to me? Just as everything is starting to look good in my life and I feel like I'm getting somewhere, something has to happen to make things worse than they ever were.

Only 7-8 more hours left at school before I can go home. What else could happen, right? I don't even want to know.