thankew
The bits and pieces of it all are killing me. When - this is rhetorical - was the last time I was in love with anything? This just in: I want to go law school. (I also want to be taller. Alex, what are ... the reasons I own two Kaplan LSAT guides and too many pairs of 3.5-inch heels? ... That is correct. You can't keep a good cat down.)
I suggested the fruit-infused margaritas last night. While Ken Momochi (lightweight) didn't get shitfaced, quite, he allowed me to drive his truck home. Me, i just can't drink anymore. Crud, my chemical composition is changing - I'm becoming play-doh.
TDT:
- laundry
- CNY parade
- photo shoot
- Checked up on K.M. - he was okay enough to pull hose in a "wet drill" at work. Sounds yucky, actually.
- Washed parade shirts and some other things that didn't need washing.
- Two chapters of His Excellency: George Washington by Joseph J. Ellis.
- Watched Logo Movie Special on Brokeback Mountain.
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My tolerance for alcohol seems to have died at the worst possible time, i.e. halfway through law school. I had two drinks last week around 10pm, and by 4am had a headach that literally made me cry.
sad, isn't it? my tolerance died in grad school too. but i guess it's just as well ... teaching with a hangover SUCKS.
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