Beelzebub's Got Nothin' on Me

Last weekend was a bust. It actually started around Thursday, carried on through the weekend and did manage to lighten up a bit during this past week.  I felt edgy, grumpy and unfocused.  I could blame hormones, I guess, but countless other women are out there functioning every day, hormones and all.  I suppose it's just me.  I was in enough of a funk that I just could not answer my discussion board question, the one I was really kind of excited about at first because it was a topic I wanted to discuss.  We're reading Paradise Lost right now; not exactly light reading, but I felt prepared.  So why did it take me THREE HOURS to explain how the demons' natures are revealed in their speeches?  I kept doing it over and over again, and when I'd finally eked out a puny, barely 200-word response (I needed 300 words), I clicked submit to find that I'd been logged out.  GRRRR.  The joys of online classes.  I was feeling a little like a demon myself at this point.  I believe that was Friday night.  Saturday night, too late to do anything about it, I reviewed my course schedule for the seven thousandth time to discover that I had a paper due - the next day.  Actually, the due date was Monday at noon, but that means Sunday night for me.  There's no way I'm getting anything done on a Monday morning that doesn't involve finger foods, crayons, or potty training.  So, my plan to go to the library the next day never materialized, much like most of my weekend plans.  Sometimes I almost long for weekdays just so I know what to expect - wow, that's terrible.  Sunday night I began searching for articles without much luck.  I still had that feeling of treading water but barely keeping my head up that I was feeling while trying to do the Paradise Lost post Friday night.  Finally, at about one in the morning, with NOTHING accomplished, I emailed my professor to let her know what was going on and that she might not see a paper from me.  I calculated my grade and discovered that if I didn't submit the paper my grade would go from a low "A" to a high "D".  Ick.  I need a B in this class to make it count toward admission to Graduate Studies in English.  It's not going to look too good for me to have a "D" in an English Class if I want to get a Master's in English, now, is it?  Anyway, the email to my professor was probably some ridiculous, groveling epistle.  I'm not sure because I've blocked it from my memory.  She kindly responded to my email the next morning that a recent announcement on Blackboard informed the class that the paper's due date had been changed to nearly two weeks later.  Hallelujah, and man, do I look stupid.  Oh well, better to look stupid and still have an "A," right?  Note to self: write revisions on class calendar next time, and start projects well in advance, in case of temporary mental lapses.