This semester is over. Finally. I think I finally stand a shot at regaining my sanity. But, hell, who knows, it may be another three semesters before I get that back. Or maybe it’s just too far gone. Either way, I can safely say I get a chance to breathe again.
Ok, to be quite technical, I still have to turn in one more draft of my comment to say this semester is really in the bag. My comment isn’t due until the end of the month, though, and I have very minimal work to do on it, so I’m considering it done. And it’s been an eventful full week. I studied until I thought I was going to go blind on Sunday and Monday, I finished up my 24-hour take home exam on Tuesday (3-hour final my ass! That thing took me literally all day), I had my last day in court on Wednesday (traumatic — my attorney was late and the judge started without her), I abused my body with a work happy hour, pre-party, and bar review on Thursday (and lost my bar coat in the process), and I reorganized my apartment furniture on Friday (only to move it all back — I decided trying to get my bed away from the wall next to the crazy neighbor wasn’t worth having an awkward furniture arrangement).
This morning I left my apartment at 6:30 a.m. to make the 8:00 a.m. to my hometown. I could launch into another diatribe about Amtrak but I won’t. I’ll just say all three self-service machines were broken and let you draw your own conclusions about the madhouse that was Union Station this morning. We were past LaGrange before I managed to get my first (and desperately needed) cup of coffee — after waiting in line behind a ton of people who were ordering both those damn pre-made breakfast sandwiches that the guy had to microwave individually and Miller High Lifes (in cans, no less — and at 9:00 a.m.).
But I finally made it home. And I got to go get lunch at my favorite restaurant and have the tasty salad with buckwheat noodles & edamame & peanut dressing. (And I’ve really been craving edamame, which I could not make because I melted my colander trying to fake-steam some broccoli.) And then I got to go to the organic grocery store where I found that vegan mozzerella I really like. And then I helped Mom make vegetarian Mexican casserole for our fake Christmas dinner tonight. And now … I’m just sitting by the Christmas tree (which is fake but my mom has been spraying it repeatedly with this fake pine scent so it has … a scent) with my dog. Life is good.
Do I have to go back to school?