vitriol incoming! duck!

To everyone peppering me with well-meaning suggestions about the enormous piles of trivia that I really ought to address, while undone Barbri questions pile up around me like sad ghosts -- yes, I need to convince the movers to credit my Visa for the packing fees that we never incurred! and get car insurance! and switch my registration to Massachusetts! and schedule the timing belt replacement! and a dentist appointment! and an annual well-woman physical! and whatever the hell kind of bar trip I can find the energy to pull together, which is NOT FFFING MUCH OF ONE at this point! -- shut up.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

I mean, thank you for the kindly reminder.

Now SHUT UP.

...

Today, while walking to the subway from the Barbri lecture hall, I overheard a nearby group of girls break into riotous, howling fits of laughter. I tried to think of the last time I'd laughed like that, with total abandon, and could not remember.

On the other hand, I can't remember my last good cry either. At least I'm still capable of anger; it's a sign that I haven't yet turned completely into a machine.

thus spake /jca @ June 26, 2005 08:01 PM