What Smells like Burning? Part II

A) Downtown
B) My laptop
C) Me

Answer: All of the above.
Yes, my downtown exploded yesterday. It was kind of scary, watching it from my window. Flaming
debris would fly into the air and land on cars which would subsequently catch on fire. Giant
fireballs shooting into the sky. And all before 10 a.m.

And yes, my laptop broke AGAIN. My screen went all pixel psychedelic and then froze. Blast. Blast
blast blasted computer.

Aaaand yes, I have been running around like crazy the past few days, trying to figure out how to
handle the stress of work and research and journal responsibilities. I went home with a pounding
migrane yesterday and today I started crying when my professor asked me a question on the phone re:
the work I've been trying to do (with no computer, mind you) and I finally had to say "I don't
know." Ow, I'm feeling the pain again in my forehead.

Stupid life. Stupid responsibilities. Keeping me from finishing Harry Potter. T.F. asked that I
please stop carrying that "thing" around with me wherever I go. First of all, I said, it's not
everywhere. It's anywhere where you're gonna make me stand around and stare at a wall for a while
when I could be happily reading instead. And second of all, I will put it down WHEN I AM FINISHED.

Anyway, laugh at this: http://www.wondermark.com/d/321.html(Mail to blogger won't let me hyperlink, so I'll have to fix it later. Sorry)