Whine.

Why don't I have a single grade yet? Technically they're not due until this Friday, but I'm seriously worried about passing Crim Pro and it's affecting the quality of the rest of my life. Well, not really, but it could be if I actually had any more energy left to expend on stressing out about law school. Too bad I'm spending it all looking for a job.

UPDATE: Still no grades. I've checked 34 times in the last ten minutes alone. Do you ever just know, deep in your heart of hearts, that before the night is out you're going to be eating an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's and writing emails you'll never send to the last person that broke your heart? And I don't mean sappy emails. I mean, "I wish I knew where you lived now so I could come to your house and set your truck on fire and punch you in the face one thousand times and I'm happy that your slutty stripper girlfriend left you and by the way our nickname for you was Lap Pinky" emails.

UPDATE2: Does anyone find the absolute chick-magnetism of Horatio Kane on CSI Miami to be...well...kind of slightly TOTALLY unbelievable? David Caruso as a bonafide sex god? Uh. No.

UPDATE3: This site is the more addictive than crack. More addictive than aspartame. More addictive than Crack flavored Diet Coke laced with Heroin and sucked out of straws fashioned entirely out of Crystal Meth. h/t The 15-Minute Hipster.