I can't stop the feeling

Nor can I figure out why the little clock on my blog is always wrong, so I'll just tell you what time it is: 2:22 a.m.

Now, I swear, people, I wouldn't write two blogs in one day if I didn't have something really important to say.

I have discovered that once the body reaches a critical mass of caffeine (2 lattes, a coffee, 2 diet cokes and some sort of Red Mountain Dew brew) and property outlining (9 a.m to 1 a.m., with breaks for changing study locations and funfetti cake), even though you are technically not asleep, your brain ceases to function. It's like being awake without actually being conscious. It's probably not advisable to drive, operate heavy machinery, accept or decline proposals of marriage, speak with strangers who might form judgments (anyone not a law student) or blog.

Luckily, my only mistake is blogging, at least thus far, and attempting to communicate with "outsiders". I asked a woman at Starbucks if her role model was Elle Woods (to be fair, this lady had an actual chihuahua wearing a PINK parka a with fur-trimmed hood). She was not amused. (I wasn't trying to be mean, it was a JOKE!)

Also, a law school buddy of mine told me she bought galoshes that were too small, paced around a T stop for 15 minutes asking people "Are galoshes supposed to hurt?" and then tried to return them (in full muddy-slushy-wintry-in-Boston form) and was refused. She then proceeded to give the salesman a lecture about "injustice."

These are all true stories.