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.

Even my tantrums are homebodies.


Virgin In The Volcano said...

Just one angry beer?

idwsj said...

anything with beer and pasta is delightful.

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