The kitchen explodes, the case is briefed.

Well, not much time to be zapping off random blog posts, but I've made an exception just for you folks.

Let's see... our kitchen has been converted into a swimming pool, and then back again. Apparently 30 years ago a complete idiot designed this apartment complex, and now three floors of kitchens are dumping water onto our floor. Awesome! Anyway, it apparently involved a clogged drain and piss-poor design. They've fixed the drain, so no more water, but since half the complex is flooding, my kitchen still lies in shambles. At this moment, as I sit in the living room banging this out on my laptop, I can look over and see the kitchen counter and sink sitting on the floor next to the windows of the living room. That's not good.

And, to make things more fun, I had to bang out 6 case briefs for Business Law yesterday, because apparently my instructor doesn't feel that her internet course is important enough to pay attention to, so we've gotten crap in way of instruction, help, or even notice of when assignments are do.

Future note - don't take internet courses from people who can't spell. You just know it's going to be bad.

Okay, that's it. I've got class to go to, kitchen to mourn, and money to discover.

Links of the moment:

Questionable Content - funny fucking webcomic.
The Sorting Algorithm of Evil - "I shall send the weakest of my minions for you, that you may grow strong enough to challenge me one day!"

Edit: So, I've been reading through the above-mentioned webcomic, and I beginning to wonder - in order to have a successful webcomic, do you have to be partially dysfunctional? Because the artists/writers always seem to be dealing with panic-depression-bipolar-heart failure-liver disorder-imminent demise issues, and I wonder if a successful webcomic comes from some dysfunctional muse. Maybe I should channel emo or something. Help, I'm not depressed enough!