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One of those days
Feb. 9th, 2003 08:05 pmJust got home from my last bar review session in Manhattan. And of course, the muses chose *that* time to get chatty with me. Grr. There's multitasking and there's multitasking.
It's been that kind of day. Spent half an hour looking for my key ring, couldn't find it, had to grab the spare key to the car and pray I didn't hit traffic. I didn't. But I also didn't remember to bring the Coke bottles I'd bought specifically so I'd have something to drink in class - so I had to buy a couple more when getting my breakfast bagel on the road.
And then ... you ever smash your hand into a bedpost or something like that while rushing to answer a telephone? Ouch.
I know, whinge, moan, complain. I don't have it too bad, when you consider the big picture.
Still ... sixteen days 'till the bar. It's gonna be a rough coupla weeks.
*sigh*
Close entry.
It's been that kind of day. Spent half an hour looking for my key ring, couldn't find it, had to grab the spare key to the car and pray I didn't hit traffic. I didn't. But I also didn't remember to bring the Coke bottles I'd bought specifically so I'd have something to drink in class - so I had to buy a couple more when getting my breakfast bagel on the road.
And then ... you ever smash your hand into a bedpost or something like that while rushing to answer a telephone? Ouch.
I know, whinge, moan, complain. I don't have it too bad, when you consider the big picture.
Still ... sixteen days 'till the bar. It's gonna be a rough coupla weeks.
*sigh*
Close entry.
