Saturday, December 13, 2008


Holiday cookie parties. Sleeping in on Saturdays. Going to the Farmer's Market "just because." Playing in the snow. Cinnamon buns. Wrapping presents.


Remember when we used to have "fun"? Me too, until Law School stole Christmas.

No, Professor H. TwoSizesTooSmall, Eight hour finals were not on that list. No no no.

Two done, 2 and a paper to go. Onward and upward! If there is a Bluebook under my Christmas Tree, I shall weep.


Anonymous said...

I hear ya. 2 down and 2 to go for me.

I'm so jealous of my organized friends who were writing papers for the past few months and are almost done.

Bah, it'll be over on Thursday. Whopee!

Amanda said...

you can do it! we're *so close* to being done!

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson