Ever have one of those days where you look at the clock thinking that it must be 5, and it's only 11:30?
Today is that day.
It started out with students not being able to find faculty mailboxes, despite the colorful arrows.
Then through some email exchanges we discovered that we were handling publicity for one lecture and organizing a reception...
Then 226 alumni were emailed with a message that contained approximately the following: email me with updates on what you're doing now. Cue inbox explosion.
Add to that the PMS, (Honestly, there's not enough chocolate on this planet right now), and something wonky going on in my digestive system (my stomach is singing whale songs)...
Not not the happiest of campers.
I'm going to scream... or cry.... I just don't know which.
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