It's a typical Saturday night during exams. I've been studying all day. Mr. Moggie and some of our friends want to go out. I want to go out, too, but must decline. I have to eat, though, so I make plans to have dinner with them before they head out for their night on the town.
We go out for sushi and when the waitress takes drink orders, I want a glass of wine or an Asahi like everyone else. Instead I order a Coke. We talk about how I've developed several wisps of gray hair in the last few months. Dinner ends and I go home to study, saying goodbye as everyone leaves for the nightlife downtown.
Once home, I sit in front of my computer and stare at the same notes and outline I've been poring over all day. Only it's just not sinking in anymore. My brain is saturated. I try and I try to make something stick, but I just start getting depressed about all my friends having a fun night, while I pull out my newly gray hair.
If none of this sounds like fun to you, don't go to law school. If any of this sounds like fun to you, no offense but you're crazy. And you shouldn't go to law school either - you'll mess up the grading curve for everyone else.
Even though I wasn't getting any studying done, I knew I had to stay in and get some rest so that I could do the whole thing over on Sunday. So I grabbed the mini album that had been part of the March Cupcake Kit, and cropped, and pasted, and felt a whole lot better when I had this neat little book to show for my evening in. While Mr. Moggie just had Sunday's hangover :)