I just finished my Civil Procedure midterm and it was every bit as horrendous as I expected. To prepare for the test I read the Emanuel supplement book, wrote down everything I read BY HAND (for some devastatingly wasteful and painful reason this is the only way I seem to retain the rules) and ate 65 mini-Airhead bars.
I know this because it was a 75-bar bag and when it got to the point that only the orange bars were left I started counting and realized there were only 11 remaining in the bag.
At which point I threw it in the trash. Just had to get it away from me.
And then aggregation rules got the best of my self-restraint and I dug through the trash to get one of the bars back. It was a very low moment, to say the least.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I have a sugar problem. And more than my waistline or the impact on my energy level, skin tone, etc I seriously worry what it’s doing to my vital internal organs. I keep telling myself it’s an addiction I’ll deal with after law school.
Trouble is I’m almost 29, it might be a decade before I’m done with this school nonsense, and I need to fix the problem now. Or at least soon.
Anyway, 65 mini-Airheads and one confidence-killing exam later I’m at the Boo’s house, enjoying my first drink since Sunday (I know, I know) and waiting for him to show up with dinner.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow: powering through the to-do list I’ve been ignoring all week, getting though a legit workout (okay, more like powerwalk + 50 crunches) and wearing something cute. I haven’t been home for fresh clothes in over a week and like a traveler who lost her luggage I’ve been re-wearing my beloved black jeans and striped boatneck with ZERO flair. I’ve been trying to think of them as classics, but a girl can only ride the “my ‘uniform’ is so Paris chic” for so long before the food stains prove her wrong.
Anyway, so glad it’s behind me!