Oh Baby. I found my reading material for break...

No dreams to report. Slept through the night. Priesthood blessings rock, as does Zithromax.

So the dream last night involved staying the night in a Vegas Hotel, taking a bath, and playing black jack with a bunch of naked gamblers in my bathtub. We had to quit when the water finally drained out.

Then I got on my bicycle with its little headlamp and started driving back to Utah.

Any votes on which one is weirder?

So, yesterday I went on drugs, namely, Pseudoephedrine, Dayquil, Antacids, Airborne, and Cepocal throat lozenges. All combined, they are making my life bearable. However, last night, as usual when I'm sick and on drugs, I had one of those... interesting... dreams ( Read more... )

Hey boys and girls! I figured why I was so tired these last few days!

I have a cold.

How am I supposed to cram for finals if I have a cold? Oh dear...

*UPDATE* 5:38 a.m.

It is sick and wrong that when I most need sleep, I wake up at 5:00 a.m. On that note, good morning everybody!

So I have come to notice a pattern. About three weeks out from law finals, I start living off antacids, ibuprofen, and caffeine. And before anyone states the obvious, yes, I know, this is not healthy.

However, you have to understand (1) survival is my first concern, and (2) law school, as a thing, is not healthy.

Three weeks 'til Christmas.

So, you know when people gang up on you and make you do something you really don't want to do and you have to find some insidious way of getting revenge on them? Yeah, well that happened last night. Except for the insidiousness bit. Revenge was very overt ( Read more... )

I don't want to go to sleep. Probably because something is bothering me. Probably because I don't want tomorrow to come yet because I'm avoiding something. Lots of probablies. The long and short of it is, I don't want to go to sleep, and I don't want to figure out why I don't want to go to sleep. I'm very good at figuring out what I don't want ( Read more... )

There are moments in life when you are forced to step back and reexamine your self image. Growing up, I always thought of myself as the good guy; the person who didn't hurt other people; if in a conflict, the victim, not the aggressor; the kind and sensitive person who did his very best not to step on other people's toes; the admirable young man ( Read more... )

This should brighten your day. Or not.