the real tragedy is that there's no time for video games.

I quite literally spent every spare moment of the past few days on the take-home midterm. It's pathetic; it's been years since I got my undergrad degree and it takes me five times as long as it should to get anything done. I haven't done higher math since college and now I'm useless the minute a partial derivative appears on the page.

The class will go straight through November and the final will be in early December. I'm seriously doubting if I can handle Nanowrimo this year. I was planning a series of interconnected short stories, the theory being to tackle my inability to end things properly. Now I think I'll be lucky if I can finish even one or two. Not to mention my laptop is still dead, which means I'll have to do everything on the desktop.

Oh woe, etc. But hey, at least it's fall and I get to wear long coats and scarves again. And play in dried leaves and bake cookies and wear fuzzy sweaters and drink hot spiced cider. Did I mention that fall is my favorite time of year?