Guacamole Kid and I went for a walk today at lunch (we walk usually about three times a week, a little over three miles), and he tried to kill me. He's probably about 6 feet tall, and I'm 5'9" (OK, I'm 5'8", but I FEEL at LEAST an inch taller!), and he was walking SO FAST. I know you don't care about this, but I almost died because we were walking so fast ("stepping up the pace" he said), and so I had to tell you. I did threaten to wait until he least expected it and kick him right in the balls for making me suffer, but he didn't look very scared. I think I might *possibly* be less scary than I would like to believe.
Still no grades. I have officially stopped caring really and have moved into checking them as a force of habit. Once they come in I'm going to have to take up smoking or something to kill all that time I was spending on checking and take care of all the obsessiveness and whatnot.
After I got home I threw in some laundry and then did an additional 40 minutes on my spinning bike...the grand hope being that I will be so tired I'll have no choice but to sleep tonight. We'll see how that goes. If I can't get back onto a regular schedule here pretty soon, it may be time to temporarily medicate. For now I'm hoping to tire myself out with activity and AS SOON as I feel tired at night, go to bed. It's not much of a plan, but it's mine and I love it.
There's really not much else going on...school, homework, gym, eat, beer, no sleep, start over. The sad, sad life of a law student.
UPDATE: FINALLY, grades are up. As expected, I am entirely average. Which means I did worse than expected in Legal Research, and better than expected in Crim Pro. So...yeah. Thank God I can quit checking.
