This day has been a cafuffle of awkward moments, standing in line, and bad pieces of mail. I wrote up a To-Do List with eleven things that need to get done before Wednesday; the Student Loan Bureaus (B.C. and Canada) didn't seem to get any information about the fact that I was indeed still a full-time student, which means I have to go to Financial Aid and get them to go step by step over what I have to do to stop them debiting my account starting in November; apparently the bank dropped the ball when I handed in the forms as I was told to do. I've heard three different stories about what you're supposed to do and none of them seem to be true. I want to scream and shoot something and I hate all life in existence.
I also have to finish the story, which at this point means revising and filling out a few sections and bit and establishing some more internal logic before I hand it in on Wednesday.
In about an hour and a half I'm going to help Michael pick out a coat as a break from homework, and then get groceries before I come home and work steadily on homework as long as I can make it happen - I'm thinking I'll be done by midnight if I ignore certain things (i.e. readings).