Worst. Week. Ever.
Man, I can NOT get a break. The California Bar Examiners are seriously trying to fuck with my mind. Apparently my testing center situation is screwed up, and there is the possibility I might have to take the exam in Sacramento - which, in case you don't have a map - is very far from Los Angeles. Honestly, just tell me the name of the person who gets my fiery wrath. And the f'ing bill for my plane fare.
And in case you were wondering:
Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a watershed of thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities.That's what is says on the side of my starbucks coffee cup. Please. Who does that? I mean, it's somebody's job to come up with these things, right? Can I have that job? Seriously, because I don't think the powers that be want me to be a lawyer anyway.