Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

I have just finished a particularly cruel exam. I just want to cry. After work, I will go home, I will try to unwind. I will sit in a tub filled with either bubles or chamomile tea. I must rehydrate before I may have this cathartic cry and force some of the caffeine out of my system. I know I must relax a bit before I can cry. I might cry in the bathtub. I might have to wait until after I get out of the tub and lie down before I can cry. Or maybe I will fall sleep in the tub and drown.

. . . .And, since the X-Men came out today, I will have to postpone my relaxation and catharsis, because I am going to go to the theatre, gorge myself on popcorn, and then come home and sleep. I might even insist on having a roast beef sandwich on the way home. Maybe. Or maybe just an ice cream sundae. With peanuts. Sleep and ice cream. And a warm bath.

E.B. White wrote in _Charlotte's Web_ that it is "difficult to sleep when your stomach is empty and your mind is full." After work, I can fill my stomach, empty my mind, cry a little, and generally forget about Criminal Procedure. After today, I have something in common Wilbur the champion pig-- because of an exam, I am now humble, too.