Ok, so I am getting fed up with the plagerism issue... Again... This is, like, week 4 of the same shit. I am not redoing/answering anything else. He wants to take me to the academic director, be my guest. I am tired of working my ass off for this... I was thinking of getting off the program, well, let's see if they don't do it for me. I have this kind of luck always. Damn, got a curse or something, someone casting the Evil Eye on me? This is pathethic! At this time, I am doing nothing more that trying to just slow my pace, not blowing out since then it will be difficult to clean the messy brains from the pc screen... Every night I must get upset. It is written in blood... I shall not be at peace... I shall be disrupted... Anytime, anyplace. The leaf that goes with the wind is tired, very very tired.

Been asking Groundel to back off a bit. I am tired of being stalked so much... Always watching what I do, what I write, who I call, how many steps it takes me to go to the fridge... Damn... Back off! So now he's mad at that. Oh, how strange... Fuck it.

Tomorrow I've got this techie meeting at the capital... Let's see if I gat some sleep and don't end up under a truck's tire... I am so, so mad...
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