When my alarm clock goes off in the morning my first thought, every time, is, "What the hell is that noise?!" My second is, "GAH! TURN IT OFF!!!
I don’t want to go to barbri today. DON’T. WANT. TO. GO. This is only the second day. Either I’m going to get into a groove and things are going to get better or I’m going to fail the bar. I always said that I would rather work at burger king for the rest of my life than have to redo my first year of law school, and barbri has the strange sensation of feeling a lot like my first year of law school. At least it only last 2 months. I can do anything for two months.
It is heating up here in the deep south. Cristina and I ran yesterday and I forget how dehydrated running in the heat makes me, and I am paying for it this morning. I feel hungover and I haven’t had anything but water to drink since 4 yesterday afternoon and I haven’t had alcohol since sunday at dinner. Dehydration is the enemy.
Okay, I’m going back to the mines, I mean, barbri.
I apologize for the whiny tone of this post. I promise I’ll perk up soon.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 