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Have you ever been so sucked into TV that you can't turn away. I was flipping through channels at about 4:15 and came across this addictive channel who covered the Scott Peterson recommendation for sentencing that came through today at 4:30 EST. I haven't followed the case. Really don't have a personal investment as to whether or not he lives or dies. But our judicial system is something else. I believe it works, I believe from what I know about the case, that he killed his wife and child. However, it's amazing how something this simple can be stretched into months of stuff. And now these people on TV are spending hours replaying everything and reading into facial expressions of people, trying to guess what's in people's thoughts. Sheesh, like people come equipped with psychic powers. Maybe I just didn't get my portion of them when they were being handed out in heaven. Yet another way I've been shorted in life.
Regardless, I haven't updated in awhile. Life is intersting. Chad grew a beard. Jay is "demanding" to see me before I leave the state. He's actually quite good at acting out someone with a psychopathology. May be politically incorrect, but he does a wonderful imitation of a Down's kid. "What do I have Kristin? What do I have?" My answer is typically, that he has no brains or no legs or something equally as stupid, but it's still so frustrating that I've been in this class for 16 weeks and I know nothing.
Final tomorrow morning. And then Porter. And then I'm done. It's over. The worst semester of my life.
Time to go hunt for dinner for two. This unexpected visiting needs to calm down. It's nice but I'm stressed and I'm usually not at my best when I'm stressed.
Regardless, I haven't updated in awhile. Life is intersting. Chad grew a beard. Jay is "demanding" to see me before I leave the state. He's actually quite good at acting out someone with a psychopathology. May be politically incorrect, but he does a wonderful imitation of a Down's kid. "What do I have Kristin? What do I have?" My answer is typically, that he has no brains or no legs or something equally as stupid, but it's still so frustrating that I've been in this class for 16 weeks and I know nothing.
Final tomorrow morning. And then Porter. And then I'm done. It's over. The worst semester of my life.
Time to go hunt for dinner for two. This unexpected visiting needs to calm down. It's nice but I'm stressed and I'm usually not at my best when I'm stressed.