Ded.

I'm in a fiction writing class, as I've said. I thought my second story was due the day after the Thanksgiving break; I'd planned it like this, you see, because I know that I always write things the night before they're due, and this way at least I'd have plenty of time to panic and do things at the last minute.

However, I must have written something down wrong, because my story is not actually due Monday, it's going to be discussed on Monday. Which means it's due the class period before. Okay, fine, that's Wednesday, I can still make it. Except no, we don't have class on Wednesday because of the holiday. So the story was due yesterday. When do I realize all this? About two hours before class starts.

Obviously, as I am the slowest writer in the world, I did not get it finished in time for class, but I managed to convince the professor that it should be due on Wednesday anyway. I was helped in this by the fact that the other girl whose story was due yesterday also thought that there would be class on Wednesday. The moral here is ignorance helps everyone, clearly.

I just finished it about half an hour ago, after a writing session of around nine hours. Jesus Christ, people. I am never again attempting to write for that long of a continuous period of time. It is agony. I think I broke my brain.

*sighs* Well, I guess now I can spend the holiday working on fic, though.