Here we are, the middle of exam hell, although I'm feeling this weird sense of nostalgia, like I should be savoring these little pockets of torture, because I only get to go through this one more time (not counting the bar exam, which is a whole Grand Canyon of torture).

Silly me.

To all those who aren't on my notify list (and really, why aren't you?), my friend Susannah has made a full recovery. The didn't find anything wrong with her in her ultrasound or x-rays, so they suppose it was just some random virus-type thing. As I told my notify list, I'm sure she would appreciate all your good wishes right after she finished inflicting serious bodily injury on me for putting that story on the internet.

There is nothing, nothing to report at all. The last four days of my life have consisted of studying, taking a Dispute Resolution exam, sleeping, studying, taking a Corporations exam, sleeping, watching the last hour of "Mr. Holland's Opus" and MTV's top ten videos ever, sleeping, buying Christmas presents on amazon.com, studying, watching my cat try to crawl into an empty diet Coke 12-pack box through the little hand-hold slot, studying, sleeping, and finally, this morning, taking a Family Law exam. Tonight, I will watch my tape of last night's X-Files and Practice (fortunately, I was studying at someone else's house last night, or I would not have been able to resist watching at least one of them) and make Chex Mix and generally take the evening off, as my last exam is not until Friday.

The only mildly newsorthy thing I have to say about any of it is that Marissa and I studied for Corporations at a friend's house, and this friend had the worst-behaving dog I have ever come across. It was one year old, mostly lab with a little bit of beagle, and it was cute, but atrocious.

It would not leave us alone for ONE SECOND. The only time it would calm down is when my friend put on this little velcro muzzle, and then it would lie around looking pathetic until my friend took it off about five minutes later, and then it would start all over again. It nosed in Marissa's bag and took off with her knit glove, nosed in my bag and took off with my glasses case, then went back for the glove again, over and over.

I have absolutely no patience for people who do not train their dogs properly. It's completely irresponsible. By one year, the dog should know that it has to stop jumping on people the moment its owner says "down." It has to stop trying to remove scrunchies from people's hair... well, it shouldn't even be doing that to begin with. I would be embarrassed to have people over and have my dog behave that way, and if it did, I would at least have the courtesy to recognize when my guests were almost ready to kick the living shit out of it and shut it in another room.

So that truly is it. I'll probably be back in a couple of days for a final-final-exam wrap up.

Until then, all I have left to do is wish a happy birthday to my dear friend Rob, who I love and miss as much as ever.