I’m going to do my best not to delve deeply into politics here, since it seems every single area of my life has become a political conversational landmine.  I’ll just say that I’m hopeful, thankful that women still have control over their own decisions about their own bodies, and wearing my big girl boots.

Studying or stressing about applications and LSATs has pretty much become my MO.  If I’m not studying, I’m at the gym, babysitting, or slumped in my desk chair at work wishing desperately that I could be studying.  I’ll be traveling for about nineteen days before the LSAT, and I’d love to have more time to grab all the points that I can.  Oh, and start applications.  Yeah, about that.  Add to the list?  Stalking LSAC to see what transcripts and recs have come in.

I’d love to describe at length the fact that I’ve been unable to sleep through a full night in eight weeks or that I have to go have my TB test looked at in a few hours (um, gross) but I think that may just alienate the few readers I have left.  So, hey, let’s look back on the days when I used to date and have sex rather than focus on the days when the closest I’ve been to a man is having him swear into my arm while trying unsuccessfully to get my blood sample.