life is short

It's nice to know that even in grad school, people can still fail so fucking epically that it defies belief.

I have a 15 page group paper with accompanying presentation that's 30% of my grade due on Wednesday. While it is a general elective and I don't need it for anything, I would still prefer to y'know, pass. One of my group members has not even turned in his part of the draft. We were supposed meet to hash shit out today, but he flaked out at the last minute. I am so fucking unimpressed right now, and yet I am much less angry than I feel I should be. I'm not quite sure how to square this.

I want this term to be over so fucking much.

So up until about two minutes ago I was typing one-handed because I needed one hand free to shove food down my gob. You see, in my infinite wisdom, I left a very large and very important paper until the last minute and didn't have time to eat before class, leaving me with a vanilla latte as my only caloric sustenance until I got home.

Sometimes, I think I'm doing OK being a grown-up. I do my laundry, cook my meals, compare car insurance quotes and everything's fine. And then I'll have a day like this that just makes me want to *facepalm* and go back to student housing and a meal plan (even though I hated both of them).