I should expect this from this semester by now. As I sat down to begin writing paper two this afternoon the internet within the house suddenly malfunctioned. Of course, it can most likely be attributed to my dad reorganizing the basement and knocking a couple of wires loose, but I like to think it is the will of the fates conspiring against me.
Well Fuck you fates, my dad just went to Radio Shack to get this shit fixed.
Fates 1, Nick 1