It's 4AM. I just got out of the dark room after having spent a half hour in there developing after having spent the better part of the night writing the first of two papers, the second of which I am about to start.

The two rolls I developed were both disaterous, and right now, with my photo presentation due in 6 hours, that was not what I needed. It turned out one of the rolls I had shot was color film. How that happened I have no clue, but whoever switched me if going to get a stern talking to. The result was that the roll basically didn't develop. @#%@#^. As if that wasn't enough, my other roll came out really crummy, with not enough fixing time. @#%#U@^##@%$(^@^T@##$.

I think there are very few things in the world less frustrating then creating art and then losing it. I am on such a downer right now. Actually-- I'm not there yet. I'm still in disbelief.

. . .[pregnant silence]. . .

I guess there isn't much I can do about this except learn to not wait till the last minute. Off to write my composition paper.

So much work this coming week.

My composition teacher spent the weekend translating a speech by Martin Heidegger from German because there doesn't exist a published translated version. That's hardcore.

Back to work.