No wit for the exhausted.

I had a rough week last week. I had a much nicer weekend, until the end, of course, when I realized that there is no rest for the weary and I'd better get some or most of my interminable studies done lest I suddenly die a horrible death by grad school termites. Because I lack the ability to click the "pause" button on time, I'm only "mostly" done with everything. The good news is that, while at one point today I was lamenting how much I detest doing some of this paperwork nonsense, I was able to get it done and actually feel a good deal better about it now. Still, I remain rather frustrated, and because I have to let off steam SOMEHOW, here's a list of things I'd like to punch in the face immediately:

  • Myself.
  • My stupid printer, which decided to run out of ink when I was printing my shit tonight. I can't wait to hear THAT complaint tomorrow, about how unprofessional that is. Don't I know it.
  • Graduate school.
  • Lesson plans.

And, just for good measure,

  • The economy.

Yep, a good fistfight is just what the doctor ordered. I contemplated shouting at everything sort of like that old coot Bill O'Reilly, but I think old school is the way to go on this one.