For the Thing frustrating enough to not qualify as a Happy Thing, but not melancholy enough to be a Depressing Thing.
Start: NaNoWriMo now, but I've two term papers (~ 3,000 words total) and a presentation due this month, too. NaNo is 50,000 words, which comes out to about 3,000 words a day. I am writing the equivalent of both term papers every day.
Why do I do this to myself.
Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?