Three Things
(1) To the canoodling married couple sitting across from me on the R train last night reading Walt Whitman to each other in hushed undertones: screw you people. Yeah, we get it, you're blissfully happy and erudite and adorable. Bite me.
(2) I was attacked this morning by falling plasticware. In. The. Face. WAH!!!! Yeah, so I was reaching up to get coffee from the ledge in the kitchen and the plastic party tray near it (not even touching it, just near it) decided to fall on my upper lip. Greeeeeaaaaat -- last week of school where you know people will be taking pictures (and by people, I mean me) and I've got a cut and a swollen lip! Sexy.
(3) One week left for law school classes!!! Wooooooosh!
(2) I was attacked this morning by falling plasticware. In. The. Face. WAH!!!! Yeah, so I was reaching up to get coffee from the ledge in the kitchen and the plastic party tray near it (not even touching it, just near it) decided to fall on my upper lip. Greeeeeaaaaat -- last week of school where you know people will be taking pictures (and by people, I mean me) and I've got a cut and a swollen lip! Sexy.
(3) One week left for law school classes!!! Wooooooosh!