I've decided I'm going to be cranky for a day or two. I mean, I feel like it's time. I'm tired because I haven't been sleeping well. I keep doing badly on the practice questions for the Bar (really really badly), and when people ask me questions about the Anti-Lapse statute I stare blankly before replying with the correct answers... for an Ademption by Extinction problem. BLAH. I don't even know the Constitution. I mean, I do, but I can't tell you the difference between Privileges and Immunites from the 5th Amendment and Privileges and Immunities from the 14th. There's time. There's a month. Etc. etc.

So, anyway. Tired + dumb = cranky.

There is a ridiculously obnoxious guy from New England Law in my bar review class. I want him to get laryngitis or something. He's one of those people that YELLS EVEN WHEN YOU'RE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, and he also strikes me as one of those people that thinks he's the center of the universe. Like me, but in a bad way.

I think I'm being extra judgmental today because of the four hours of sleep. Though, really, I haven't liked this guy since day one.

Our Professor today is dry and going directly off his outline. I may cry.

I can't tell if the AV girl (woman... just to be not a jerk that calls everyone a girl) keeps looking at me or not. I keep looking at her, clearly. She's probably looking past me. Obviously I find her attractive or I wouldn't care.

Obviously I'm rambling like a lunatic. I think I'm going to put my head down and take a nap for the remaining five minutes of the break.

Right, so I wake up this morning and have a neck cramp. Whatever. I lay back in bed and wait for it to go away. Except it doesn't. It spreads down my right shoulder to my elbow. Neat.

Then, I take all my excess books out of my backpack, thinking I'm coming home later because I have to drive Jack to Allston to get his car from a repairshop, so I may as well just come straight home instead of going to school and thus more efficiently spend my time. That's when I realize I can't find the essay that I did last night to turn in for grading today. Great. I search through all my stuff. Not there. I remember stapling it last night at the library, but can't remember what happened to it after that, so it may well be at the library. I can no longer log into the intraschool communication system to see if anyone mentioned it there.

Awesome. Even though the feedback isn't absolutely necessary (nor was getting graded mandatory), it's still frustrating to have done it and not be able to see how it reflects on me and what I need to improve in.

So I'm cranky and annoyed and the weather sucks. On the way out I text Kate V. to see if she'll check the library for me (she did; it's not there). Meanwhile, Jack's walked up about thirty yards in front of me, and doesn't seem to want to slow down or anything. So I get out my iPod, because if I'm going to walk to the T alone I may as well listen to music. Grr.

Then at the first break today (which was a horrible day of confusing law including mortgages), Jack says he's called the repair shop and told them to hold it another day and fix the breaks. So, since I said we could do either Wednesday or Thursday, could I drive him to Allston Thursday or Friday? I reply that Thursday is fine, but that that's sort of sucky because I would've brought all my books with me and then gone to school, thus bypassing the inevitable procrastination that I know will happen at home (such as this).

Granted, I should have a better work ethic, and Jack's not responsible for my issues there. But that's why I go to school! Because I don't do work at home. Jack knows that. He could have at least asked me before calling the repair shop. Or, you know, apologized afterwards for screwing with my schedule twice now. I mean, that's just not cool. I'm doing you a favor. I would've said yes anyway. I always say yes anyway.