Why does life hate me so?

I am such an idiot.

Earlier today, after wandering around for a considerable amount of time looking for a place to study, I discovered that the final paper I have to write for my Traditional Japanese history class (which I would like to mention is due TOMORROW) is actually supposed to be 8 pages long; not the 4 pages I had originally thought it was supposed to be. Wow, that was a really long sentence. So yeah. This take home final exam has two parts. I thought that it was two questions, and we had to choose one to write about. Man, I was so misled. I should have read the assignment carefully. Epic fail on my part. Sheesh. And on top of this paper, I also have to study for my Geology final (4 more chapters to study, oh JOY) tomorrow morning. So I pretty much felt everything crashing down on me when Camille told me the dreadful news about the final paper. Good thing Camille told me when she did, or else it would have been a total disaster if I had, oh I don't know, found out TOMORROW. That would have been even worse...

Life hates me. It really does. UUUUURRRGGGGHHHH.