Fizzle

My brain is on the fritz.
If it were a car, it would be sputtering.
If it were a lightbulb it would be flickering.
Today, in third period I found out my journalism portfolio is due in three days. I had emailed the professor before, but he told me they would post it on the website.
They didn't.
I'm flipping.
Also, I have a gigantic to do list, and math is on the top.
I have nothing completed on the list, and I've been working for four hours.

Sputter. Sputter. Die.