A Bit Of The Old "How's Your Father" On The Side

Soooo....
It's finals week (for us art fags anyway) and I seem to have destroyed the AC adapter for my computer. As such, I'm coming to you live from the student lounge. I have no good reason to post, other than my whole body hurts and sitting down feels good. I'm rocking three degrees of burns and quite a few miscellaneous insults to the skin on my hands. And some day I'll look back on this time with misty-eyed nostalgia, I'm sure.
My exhaustion and delerium are evident in that I'm seriously looking into doing some pre-MBA modules and credits before I leave school (hopefully) next fall, so as to enroll in the Distance MBA program later on. This is despite the fact I joined a facebook group entitled "Bugger! I've Been In College For Too Long!" not four days ago.
I had a blister on my left thumb that easily doubled the size of said thumb (mapp gas torch) until a few seconds ago when it burst and oozed all over this public keyboard. I'm suddenly acutely aware of the nasty factor of student lounge computers.
All I Want For Christmas Is An AC Adapter.