Thus proving that no task is too big or too scary to completely eliminate procrastination, I have chosen this day -- five days until the bar examination -- to take up a new hobby of blogging. I have never been a good journaler, so this may be a short-lived experiment. And maybe the last thing the world needs is another random person taking up server space with tales of her probably less than exciting life, but hey -- what the hell!
Presently I'm laying in a prone position on my couch because I fell down our basement stairs while doing laundry last week. Not sexy, I know, but the bruising is muy impressive as is the new form of my left foot and ankle, which somewhat resembles some sort of club topped off with five fat little sausages. Despite an hour or so of hysterics, all is fine, but the swelling refuses to go down and I'm having nightmares of how fat my newly acquired cankle will be next week after sitting in 6 hours of examination. Not pretty, I think.
Speaking of the bar exam, I must return to my studies. Wills and estates are gently calling my name.
3 comments:
I love your cankle. Love you, too. Mom
Is there any better way to start a blog than with a horrifying picture of bodily injury? I am so excited to read the adventures of Marissa, especially because you managed to work my (new) favorite word, cankle, into your very first entry. I love your cankle too!
Dear lord, Marissa! Roo's are supposed to hop along, not go ass over tit down the stairs. I trust the siren song of Wills and Estates finally drug you back to the books. Mine had been the banshee wail of the rule against perpetutites. I hated this crap the first time I studied it and you know what? I've NEVER used it since! How much joy and pleasure does that thought fill you with?
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