It's that time again...

Papers papers all around me papers papers everywhere. In the next 3 weeks, I have a presentation and 5 papers due. Including one tomorrow, which I would finish if not for the fact that Rod's computer has headed for the hills. He decided to try the video card that Chris gave him, but Rod should know better. He doesn't own a computer. He owns a pissy devilbox. And the devil box hated the card, so Rod put the old one back in, but the pissy devilbox is mad that Rod did anything at all to it...and my African politics paper has been a casualty of all of this. It shuts down programs randomly, won't load things, and is generally a little pissbox. I already gave Rod a kind and gentle lecture about fucking with the devilbox days before I have a paper due.

Rod continues to battle a monster cold. This one's the real deal because both yesterday and today, he's stayed home in the mornings to rest. If you don't know Rod at all, you don't get it, but those of us who know him can best describe the situation in this manner: ROD'S LIFE FOR THE COMPANY. He's got this thing about going to work even if he's dead because he's poor and because he's so utterly devoted to being the go-to guy. He should be praised for such diligence, but really, showing up to work when you are so sick you can't move is a bad idea because you'll just spread your germs around the office. So this cold must be insanely real for him to stay home. His timing couldn't be better really because he'll mutate this virus, give it to me, and I'll be fucked for the end of semester term paper rush.

All else continues as per usual.