Now McGraw-Hill has started randomly timing out 11 minutes into a 90 minute exam. If you thought I loathed online classes before (and I've been on both sides of the screen. They suck, completely) it's nothing compared to what I feel for them now. If I never have to do another online class I'd be thrilled (but of course I will because my beloved pathophysiology class was moved online last semester as a boring dried shell of what it was)...learning is as much art as it is knowledge and all the art is lost in this. sigh.
I couldn't find my stupid check book. I cleaned and tore things up looking for it. It was in plain sight. Perfect.
I did manage to get 955 words into Camp Nano. I'm just throwing everything into the nano plot so have a little snippet of a 10K Prodigal Son fic I just finished. Tomorrow I'll be working on the novella (fingers crossed)
It might had been a rough day but Gil hoped it had made something perfectly clear. Malcolm wasn’t alone anymore. He had friends he could reach out to which was more than he’d ever had in D.C.. If that’s all that came out of this, Gil would count it a major win. And here, the one thing I'll do for April's fool day (another thing I don't like). I'm still laughing about this.