Oh goody. Just what I fucking needed. I'm sick. My throat is KILLING me and I can barely swallow. My left gland is sooooo swollen that my neck looks almost deformed. Rob saw a doctor today who told him that supposedly what he, Carrie, and I have isn't a cold - it's from the horrible unhealthful air outside. I don't know about that, all I know is that I feel like ass and I had better not feel this way when the bar rolls around. Either way it's BAD news for me. If I am sick then there's a good chance I'll have pneumonia when I need to take the bar (colds always turn into chest colds which turn into bronchitis which turn into pneumonia with me). And if it's the air around me then there's a good chance I'll end up in the hospital because of my asthma which will either take away precious study time or make me miss the bar completely. Either way, this is seriously going to fuck me over.

Yesterday Carrie and I worked on Evidence for eleven and a half hours. *sigh* Today we're doing Real Property. Oh yeah, we suck. We spent the entire morning and half of the afternoon learning the law. Then we dove into the multiple choice questions. We're sucking ROYALLY on them and almost none of them make any sense. Even the answers on some contradict each other. Not cool. So, right now we're taking a breather. Then we'll do more MC questions and get cracking on the essays. Unless you're also about to take the bar, you have NO IDEA how bad things are right now for Carrie and me. None.

When this is all over and done with, and IF I pass the bar (it will take a miracle) I'm burning all my bar prep books in a bonfire on the beach.

And IF I pass the bar on the first try, my office as an attorney will be laden with tur-tel and sharkay and fishay things.

Someone help me.

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