What a great lift-up thread! You ladies are a never-ending fountain of support! I definitely benefitted from basking in it myself a few moments.

Let the pity party continue!

[I apologize in advance for the novel]

So, Thursday:

Finished the first of two final projects due that day and pedalled as hard as I could to school to hand it in and attend the final lecture of my undergrad.

Class cancelled. Instead, two former theatre students decided it was a great day to give the class a speech about what you can do with a theatre degree.

"So... you can't actually do anything with a theatre degree, per se... but um... if you really like theatre you can volunteer?" The girl worked as a restaurant server.

Well, inspirational end to my degree, which wasn't even in theatre; the class was an elective.

I went to the library, crouched in a little ball in a bathroom stall and cried for half an hour. Why? Maybe it was the accumulation of stress, or the fact I'd been up half the night, but it hit me at that exact moment that my undergrad was about done and I hadn't even come close to coming to terms with it.

But I had one last assignment due, so I pulled myself together, set up my laptop with bloodshot eyes, booted up. Long story short, my wireless card decided it was a great day to stop working entirely, especially since all my research was saved in my webmail.

Packed up, found an empty computer. Discovered I'd forgotten to email my research to myself.

Packed up, walked across campus in the driving snow to where I'd parked my bike. Lock was frozen.

Walked back across campus in the relentless wind, waited half an hour for a bus. Got home. Went to open my research. Webmail, like my wireless card, had also decided it was a great day to stop working entirely.

Next came the real blow.

My boyfriend of three years appeared on MSN for the first time in a blue moon. As I was desperately looking for some shred of reassurance, he decided it was a great day to tell me he'd been really thinking during the past month and a half he hadn't had the time to see me, and it would be best to end it.

Then the real tears started. There was no way I could complete the assignment in that state. Had to email my prof. Except email was still down.

AS IF!

It would have been bad enough if it were say a three-month boyfriend, and it wrtr on the phone, and it were before ANYTHING was due. But man, he took the cake for jerk breakup, right there.

Thank God the prof gave me an extension. And good riddance to the boy who was never there for me.

W0000 pity party in full swing!