Day 18- Today Kind Of Sucked

It's days like today that drive me insane. I forced myself to wake up at 6:30, even though not a single part of me wanted to leave the realm of 'Bed'. I didn't even have to, but it's Tuesday, one of the only days in the week where I am prepared breakfast. This has been a system since before Melanie was born. (She's turning 8 next month) I'd be woken up anyway, so I just pulled my slow carcass out of bed and sat at the table.
It was misting this morning. Not enough for me to see it out the window, but enough for me to regret wearing my leather jacket. (Fake, look-alike leather, if you care) So, I'm standing at the bus stop, it's cold, wet, Alan's thinking up new ways to call me stupid, I'm carrying a clarinet and a water bottle that MUST be held upright to avoid dripping.
First period: Remy's going on and on about how if you multiply a negative by a negative, it becomes positive... etc. He went on for a half of an hour. I kid you not. Then, he gives us 4 'pretty hard' multiplication questions. They were as follows:
1) -7x-3=
2) 12/-4=
3) 2x=10
4) -6x2=
We were given 12 minutes to complete the above questions.
Second period: We are assigned a 'personal narrative writing assignment'. Can you hear a thumping? It's just my head on my desk as I type. As any author knows, once you start writing in a specific genre, it's very hard to switch. I am a romance novelist. I. DO. NOT. DO. NONFICTION. There, I said it.
The rest of the day improved very little from there.
We had sausages for supper and I get a leftover one for lunch tomorrow. I guess that's good.
Alice Cooper Goes To Hell has SO MANY WORDS! 2589, to be exact. During NaNoWriMo, that would take me two days to write.
I still have to finish the last song, but then, my progress will be at 9/20 albums.
Yay.