3/5

So, I went to type my final drafts and my computer dies. I think to myself that it is sucky, but I will use my husbands laptop only to find out that it has no word processing program. The next day I lug all my stuff to the IUPUI library where I retype all my essays form scratch. I go to print and the system wont take my JagTag. I then go to the public library where i wait for like 45 minutes to get on a computer and the printers go down. I finally get ahold of a friend who allows me to come over and print. Why has the world conspired against me? What have I done to anger the English gods? It was the most frusterating infuriating experience ever, but I got it done so I guess in the long run I win.