I finished my last final today. It was not too bad. I think it was fair. My property exam from Monday felt like a train wreck though. There was this crazy fill in the blank section, where if you got one wrong you got the next five wrong. I am just hoping I pulled that off. It has been such a long haul. I can not believe that the year is over already. I am so relieved. It seemed like with each passing day my motivation was depleting. I just could not seem to keep my head in the game. I was just so burnt out. After the final I went out and had lunch and a stiff jack and coke. It felt great to be out and not feel guilty about being out because it meant that I was away from work. I feel like a thousand pounds has been lifted off of my back. Maybe I can get back to living a normal life and have a little fun. It has been a long time lol…hopefully I still remember how to have a good time. I am going to kick it off well though; I have plans for the race track and AC in the next week or so and I can not wait. I am so excited to be going home, but I am also really nervous about being back. I am sure it will be like I was never gone, but I am afraid that it will feel like some things have changed. Oh well. I will have to take it a day at a time and embrace it.

I am going to pack tonight and watch Lost. Hopefully at some point I have another drink or two to celebrate. I am no longer a 1L!!! YAY!!!! Then tomorrow morning I am going to hop in my car and get the fuck out of here. :)

Funny joke… well at least I thought it was funny, though my brain was fried from weeks of incessant studying…

I was talking to a friend who lives clear across the country and this was our interaction:

He said: “so…pretty soon when I get into trouble you can hop onto a plane and be here to represent me.”

I said: “as long as there is reciprocity.”

He: “So did you have anything fun in mind ~wink~ ~wink~”

I: “No, no, not that kind of reciprocity. I meant that when I take the bar I can only practice in states where I have taken the bar. But some states have reciprocity with one another.”

He: “…I am a tool aren’t I?”

I: “no…not a tool, you are just eager to reciprocate.”