Fuck.

It's not just the fact it was raining like hail this morning when I had to trudge all the way to Dwinelle to take my midterm.

It's not just the fact that I discovered I forgot my calculator and thus couldn't finish at least one of the four problems on that exam because of it.

It's not just the fact I probably flunked it.

It's not just the fact we went over my other midterm in discussion today and the TA spelled out just exactly what we (I) did on that midterm that was so wrong and thus why I probably deserve to have probably flunked it.

It's not just the fact that when I went to Cody's to relax after that and picked up a hardback of Ilium to flip though, that I finish about 3 hours later to find that my backpack had been picked and my wallet stolen.

It's not the $40 cash I just got from the atm today. Or my driver's license. Or my atm/check card. Or my credit card. Or even, possibly, my Social Security card.

It's not the possibility that I might have to battle the DMV to get a new license, and possibly the social security agency too.

It's not the fact that I have no money and no way to get money.

It's not.

It's just a bad day. Week.

It's just that I can't stop crying.