When is it wrong to not panic?

Something goes wrong when you're getting ready to go to a review session. There's a makeup session available down the road, and the time can be used to study.

The important thing is not to panic, right? Right? Stay calm, remember there's a logical, rational way through this glitch, don't get overly emotional and lose your head, right?

HAH!

Apparently I'm not taking this seriously. Apparently I'm not taking anything seriously.

Fic on hold. Life on hold. Sanity on hold. Ladies and gentlemen, this is why I use the term "irregular".

Anyone wants me, I'll either be knee-deep in my books, or I'll be out in the back yard screaming bloody murder at the squirrels.

Grr. Arrgh. Close entry.

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Apologies to Dave Barry for snurching his spin on legal fax cover sheet disclaimers. (Does that count as okay for attribution against plaigarism charges?)

Ye gods, the legalese is swamping the brain. And then applying common law to decidedly uncommon circumstances: i.e. whoever asked if Lex Luthor could get a marriage annulled because of being pheremone-whammied by a mutant vixen who wanted to bed him, wed him, and dead him.

So ... what about opening up a legal office in Smallville? And another out in Sunny-D, CA, of course. "Common Law Solutions to Uncommon Legal Problems."

Maybe a satellite office in LA ... nah. Not with the Big Bad out there taking advice from Dick the Butcher from Henry VI, Part 2.

Er, that'd be, "the first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."

And, yeah, sequel-itis didn't begin with George Lucas, or even back in the Forties when they wanted to do a sequel to "Casablanca". Heck, Henry VI was a trilogy. If I remember right.

Aak. And Shakespeare ain't relevant to the bar. Bad student. No biscuit.

Close entry.