Tonight we went to Starbucks for awhile (sweet blessed air conditioning), then decided to go to one of our fave bars that has an outside patio, where we spent about four hours, and a couple of pitchers, doing flashcards. The thing I hate about the bar is that just when I start to think I can remember CrimPro, or CivPro, or Property, I remember that there are 18 other subjects that I need to remember simultaneously. And then I cry. Well, figuratively speaking. I cry on the inside. On the outside I act cavalier about the whole thing, drink beer, and pretend like I'm not worried and that everyone telling "Oh, you seem so sane about the whole thing, you'll definitely pass" doesn't bug the shit out of me.
In the meantime, I have lost all patience for the rest of humankind, and heaven help people who impede my progress in driving, grocery shopping, or any of the other nudgie human tasks that we must do each day - I feel like a homicidal maniac every time someone wastes my sweet, sweet time.
It's 10,000,000 degrees in my apartment, but I guess I should try to go to sleep anyway. I am excited about the hotel that we're staying in for the bar just for to sole reason that there will be air. The lesson here? Don't count your A/C before it's saved by two birds in a bush. Or something.