Acey83's blog post - Really, really bad day to be alive.

Okay, so, I have a thesis due in a couple of months. It's not going well, but my supervisor and I have more of a dialogue now than we did earlier in the year. So I'm confident that I'll be able to get it done. Anyway, I was desperately trying to wrestle one of the chapters of it into shape so I could show it to my supervisor. It wouldn't co-operate, so I printed out the half-done version of it to show her. Then she didn't even show up because she had other marking to get to. Would have been kind of nice to *know* this, but it's that time of year, I guess... So I buried myself in some books for a couple of hours.

Then I went to the meeting for the group I run on campus. We were supposed to have an awesome teacher in... She's here all the way from Albuquerque, and she's someone who really knows her stuff and gets along with everyone so well. But when I showed up at the meeting room, everyone was standing outside because the room was booked by someone else. We only have the room booked on alternate weeks; so in accordance with Murphy's Law I'd made a mistake by confusing which week we had it, and called in the teacher and so on. One of the other girls there started getting really snarky at me and making rude comments, basically trying to put the blame on me without saying it out loud... Okay, so it was my fault, but I'm kind of also trying to hold down a thesis, and manage a band, and deal with other people's requests that they me to see to, so I don't need you to wipe me through your ass for it, you miserable freshman. (Disclaimer: I'm sure other freshmen are nice people, just not this one.) I was so tempted to snap back at her, but I figured it would just make everything worse, so I just left in a pretty nasty mood.

As I was leaving town, I got a text message from one of the group members who'd been conspicuously absent from the folks standing outside the meeting room. She said she'd been keen to come along to the meeting that night, but she'd been hit by a car while she was out running, and she now needs surgery to have her arm put back together. I was completely taken aback, but I know she's a tough cookie, and she'll be one to view it more as an inconvenience than a near-death experience. So I sent her my commiserations and my best wishes for a quick recovery, and headed home.

And finally, and worst of all, when I got home, my mum and dad sat me down in a chair. It seems that my mum also needs to have surgery before Christmas, as her thyroid gland is potentially cancerous. After she has it out, she'll need to take medication for the rest of her life. Nobody thinks it's at a life threatening stage just yet, but as with everything involving vital organs, it's going to be a long and slightly dangerous process in the operating room for my mum, who's now well into her sixties.

So the question I have to ask to no one in particular is, was I some kind of serial killer or something similar in a former life? Because I have some shitty karma issues. Trust it all to come down on me at once, just when I least need to be bothered by drama.

Bleh, dealing with life makes me sleepy. Night, people.