|Okay - I'm feeling better. J rubbed my back, Beloved gave me Motrin, and I had a hot shower with a massaging, pulsating flow of water. It is not perfect, and I worry about tonight. I don't want to be up all night again and in such pain in the a.m. that I will be in tears while lugging 17 giant books to my class.
I have had some success in my day's studying. I did my first round of practice questions, and am pleased with my 84% accuracy thus far. I clearly don't know the elements of burglary (but can learn them), and felt tricked on the double jeopardy question. But that was only one that I found to be tricky. I hate tricky. I don't mind hard. Hard makes me feel like, "oh, I need to study more," but tricky? Tricky makes me feel like, "Those bastages! Why do they want people to fail???"
Tonight, I have to look at a few essays, and preview Evidence for tomorrow. Which means I have at least 3 hours of work in front of me, still.
My family is utterly exhausted. E just returned home from an all day bday party; J got home at 1-ish, and is practically in a coma, she's so tired. Beloved is exhausted, and I'm exhausted-but-I-can't-be, and still have more to do.
One thing that is kind of bothering me - I'm not sure I'll ever again have time for sex. Time or energy. That's depressing.
Labels: *E*, *J*, bar prep, beloved, weekends