My refrigerator is FIFTY-FIVE FUCKING DEGREES.

Luckily, the food I JUST ATE OUT OF IT a couple hours ago is only just above forty, so it probably hasn't been warm that long. But I'm sure one can imagine how happy about this I am NOT.

My anxiety has been through the roof this whole week. I seriously have not eaten a single meal that I didn't worry was going to make me sick (and this is diminishing my desire to go get dinner right now, even though that would be a good thing to do). I'm worried if I see people then they're going to make me sick (even though people who had just had ( Read more... )

I finished the fucker! I finished the motherfucking case comment! I feel very accomplished now, as it is not even four in the morning, and I am so finished with it that I am printing it out! (They want eight copies, and the library will only let you print one)

ETA: I'm still awake. Why am I still awake?

Law review writing: 10% grappling with complex legal analysis, 90% looking up how many spaces go where.

ETA: Just remember - if you think you're footnoting too much, you aren't footnoting enough.

Well, my cat didn't walk out the motherfucking window today (yet) so all in all it wasn't too bad ( Read more... )

( Holy shit, it's cat walking out the motherfucking window day. )

I hate centipedes. You know what is the number one place I think a centipede should not be? Crawling in the window next to my bed when I'm trying to go to bed at four in the morning, then crawling in a crack so I can't kill it. (Actually, I have to downgrade this to number two place a centipede should not be. First place is on my body. But still.)

( Long cut about how weird my parents are )

Oh look, I'm actually doing homework! Just as though I were a law student or something, rather than a blob of amorphous angst!

Well, I may still be a blob of angst, but at least I am a blob of angst who knows about purchase and sale agreements, so there's something.

OK, I finally went all the way through my oral argument without stopping to have a spaz or bounce around the room. It's really not that bad (in terms of being a bad experience, I mean - I really really can't tell how well or poorly I'm actually doing, other than that I did stumble over words some but I did not say "the motherfucking tipster" or ( Read more... )