Thursday, February 25, 2010

Signs of the times.

Yesterday, I was so annoyed with the journal + the 2Ls + law school + life that by 2 o'clock, I had to make some pasta sauce from scratch and drink an angry beer.

Oy.
Even my tantrums are homebodies.

2 comments:

Virgin In The Volcano said...

Just one angry beer?

idwsj said...

anything with beer and pasta is delightful.

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How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson