acmespaceship

Well cross your fingers for me, or pray, or sacrifice a chocolate bar to the great god Ghu or whatever it takes so that I can pass the f**king bar exam this time. Then maybe I can have a job, and cash and can come and spend another week, only this time feasting. Sounds much better than the insanity of running interferance between my offspring during the wedding.

I'm so sick of doing multiple choice questions I could cry...