Dinner Coversation

PR bought a ridiculous copper fork a few weeks ago. It matches none of our flatware, but he insisted he needed it, so we brought it home. Last night we had a quick dinner because I've been studying like crazy for the last week. PR was eating dinner with his new fork and it punched a hole through his take out box. He looked up at me with surprise and fear in his eyes and said--with a totally straight face, "This is a fork to be reckoned with!"

Jesus help me.

This is called foreshadowing, folks:

Carol Leifer, in her new/hilarious book, faced a critical dilemma and had only two options: either continue sharing her greatest childhood memory (seeing the Beatles at Shea Stadium in 1966) or lie about her age. She made the inevitable choice:

“I see now that when you deny your age, you deny yourself, and when you lie about your age, you become your inauthentic twin. But most important, when you lie about your age, they win. (And of course by ‘they,’ I mean the terrorists).”

This is the kind of book I will be writing after I fail the ethics section of the bar three times and am prohibited from practicing law. Assuming they haven't won yet. And of course by 'they,' I, too, mean the terrorists.

10:00am, Saturday

PR: We should order a pizza!!

11:56am, Saturday

PR is dipping his strawberries in ranch dip. Turns and says to me "How did I get mustard under my fingernails?"

Preparing to lock myself in the office with 16 pounds of salt water taffy and a three week supply of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Drinking extra fluids so I can cry without becoming dehydrated when I cannot answer exam questions about 28 USC 1367/proximate cause/Horizontal & Vertical Privity/Dormant Commerce Clause/Parol Evidence Rule.

In sum, I'm hoping to be hit by a bus before April 28.

It's the eve of the last week of classes. Today I bought I wireless printer, two black ink cartridges, and another 40 packages of recycled paper. Outlines commence. Starting to hum 'Rocky' theme song incessantly. Nearly on a first name basis with the paper driller at Kinko's.

Exams season is upon us. Let the countdown begin.

I have no idea what I am doing with my career. I don't know what classes to take, how many hours to attempt, or how to schedule my classes so they don't all occur on the same day and time. Trying to register for classes is the hardest thing I've done all semester. So either registering is really difficult, I am really dumb, or I have been total slacker this year.

Take your pick.

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