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So for next quarter, I'm trying to take a creative writing course. To do so, I have to submit a sample of my writing to the department. Okay, cool, fine. Modified a certain non-explicit Lotrips fic so as to be less of the fanfic and more of the original fiction (that's the great thing about LotR RPS, isn't it? All you have to do is alter the names and scenarios a little).

Now, the question was: where the heck do I submit this thing to? The website I was linked to didn't say; just that submissions were due by December 1. So this morning, before work and breakfast, I went over to Reynold's to look at the course description. It directed me to Gates-Blake 309, a building that's on the complete opposite end of the quad. Okay. Went there, the lady told me to go to Classics 45G. Er. Sure. Went downstairs, then back up four flights in Classics. The door was closed and locked, and the woman in the office across the hall didn't know anything. Dude, the submission is due TODAY. Finally, I saw a sign on the side of the office saying that submissions should be sent by E-MAIL ATTACHMENT to the head of the creative writing department, and to check the website for further info.

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ARGH. So meanwhile, I have this stupid story that I can't submit in person, but have to wait until I get back to my dorm room to turn it in, and due to the constant criss-crossing of campus in search of the submissions drop-box, I've wasted so much time that I'm going to be late for work and I haven't had breakfast yet. The dining hall is on the opposite side of the quad, a good five-to-ten minute walk from where I am, so I can't go there or I'll really be late for work (an additional 15 minutes away). Aha, I think, there's a coffee shop in this building. Except I have twenty cents in my wallet, and no ATM in sight.

So I get to work barely on time, and I'm stuck here for four hours with no cash and no food. (I'm the sort of person who really can't make it through the day without breakfast. I can skip any other meal and be fine, but I just can't get going without food in the morning.) From here, I go straight to a three-hour class, and from there I go straight to my a cappella group's concert, and from there I go straight to final dress rehearsal for the show I'm directing. In other words, no food until maybe 11pm. And to top off the goodness of this day so far, my lip is cracked and bleeding like a mofo in three different places.

*cries*

Fuck this. I'm leaving work early and grabbing lunch.