I threw myself a pity party so righteous it inadvertently became a weekend festival. getting port-a-potties on such short notice can be a real chore, though.
a friend agreed with me when I made a statement that is the emotional equivalent of 'this makes me look fat.' yeah, it stung. it occurred to me that if I don't want people to believe those things, I probably shouldn't work so hard to convince them.
I think I was reasonably justified, but, like my brother says, "excuses are like assholes; everyone has one and they all stink."
I watched root of all evil: bloggers v. drinking games this morning. (giggle*snort)
while reading post secret.
ahhaha I bet that's only funny to me.
the glaze firing is done. it only took about 12 hours, which means I'll be able to open the kiln and see my stuff tomorrow after my exams!
yeah. exams. I am having a mild attack about exams. I'm less than a week away from being finished with my first year of law school. it doesn't feel real.