Avoidance
So I've eaten half a bag (sleeve? What do you call those things?) of saltines, done my Public Finance reading, skimmed through overheardinnewyork.com, read old fic, gone backwards on my friends page back to, like, January, and still...have not called the law school admissions office. This is working out great. It's times like these I wish I drank. Or smoked pot.