How do you spell STRESS?

How do you spell STRESS?
Share a home office with someone who is running way behind a final project for graduation. What do I mean by way behind it’s due tomorrow all twenty-two plus pages and a display board. So it’s a battle for computer time, we’ve had to take shifts quite literally. There is no shortage of stress. I got relegated to the laptop and I’m continuously draw away from work be screams of frustration – Why is this doing this to me is a common one, another one is this compute is junk to which I’d like to reply here’s the laptop have a nice night. I don’t even have access to my most current copy of my essay. If I even try to sneak the jump drive in to the computer I’ll suffer the unmentionable wrath of a woman in stress. So what is a man to do, shut up and color might be good suggestion?
Peace, she’s typing away two fingers at a time. It sounds like a woodpecker tap, tap, tap I say to myself. Good thing I merely thinking it, after all she’s within striking distance, ha ha. No LOL in this letter except of course for the insistence that I don’t use such them. It’s quiet except for the muffled drone of the computer fan trying to keep up the ever increasing heat being generated with the black case. Why would someone paint a device black that needs to dissipate heat? Poor design certainly seems to jump from my tongue. I’ve really got to get moving to meet my own deadline. I have nine blogs top go by Thursday. I can’t even begin to imagine those others who are so far behind. I like to write but according to my papers – I’m not good at it. So where do I go from here. Practice makes perfect, or quit spinning my wheels. I guess we’ll see come grading time. I just love how paper and/or story seems to raise the level of confusion. Instead of getting a better handle on it I get more confused and frustrated. Blogs seem to perpetuate the problem. Blogs are so informal and ungraded that aside from idea generation they are detrimental. When I first began to write blogs I pour my heart and soul into them just a I would for any other form or writing. But it soon became apparent it was busy work, and story creation or even punctuation was optional, soon I began to feel no one ever even reads a word of them. I still try to do my best – who knows perhaps someone is reading some of them. Besides they are a reflection of me and I never do second rate work. I pride myself on doing my best. I don’t need others to see what I’ve done I have a sense of accomplishment that I can sleep comfortably with myself. If I don’t complete the required number of blogs by Thursday I’ll feel like I didn’t try my best. So I’ll keep plugging away.