Stab the fuel line using a steady hand.

I sit here, at the cross roads of the day. It's 5pm. I've been working on my paper for the greater part of the day and have written a lot. I think I will finish it tonight. No, with more determination: I WILL finish this paper tonight. Currently, my brain is still firm, I do not have a pounding, searing, blinding headache, and my vocabulary still works. You know that part of your brain that connects your thoughts to your words? After too strenuous a work day, that connection is shattered. What happens is I see something interesting/amusing and want to comment on it. But instead of these witty ditties, my brain is so mushy that I end up saying "oh, what a ." Fill in the blank with white noise. Fill in the thing with a boiing sound effect.

Back to cross roads: should I melt more chocolate since the sun is still out and the weather is still warm to paint onto the remaining shortbread cookies? Or should I POWER ON THROUGH and finish the paper? This reminds me, I am going to start polling because the Magic 8-Ball can be unreliably snarky when I want a serious answer. I have a few topics picked out.

Alright, I put the chocolate on the pilot light in my kitchen to warm. Additionally, I bravely fixed the other pilot light which had been very very small and kept blowing out. How, you say? Well, it involved a very technical toothpick and an ignorant stabbing motion to clear the blocked fuel line. If only NASA knew of these talents, I could be a rocket scientist.

Tonight I am gearing up for my last final, ever. It's a multiple choice exam which means no computer! Yay! But it does mean a million and a half flash cards and very sore hands. It feels like it was just last semester when I wrote so many flashcards during finals that I caused irreparable harm to my wrists, for which the remedy at law was inadequate. Ha. See that? I snuck in a reference to Remedies, the topic of my last exam. I think studying for the Bar exam will mean even more flashcards. So many flashcards. I tried doing electronic flash cards. There's an app for that. A stupid, buggy, no-frills, idiotic app. There are several apps, all claiming to be as good as the pulp variety. And I tried them all in turn. But the material doesn't stick. Somehow, the danger of getting a paper cut every time the flashcards are handled makes the words more poignant.

I know that my final is on May 7, 2011. Don't know which day of the week. Last semester, I did the opposite where I thought I knew the day of the week, but not the date. And it turns out I was wrong. Ha. I was one day ahead. On that day, I think it was a Tuesday, I was all worked up to take the final. But then some stupid delay on BART caused the train to be late, and I'd already missed the earlier train (the train that would get me there on time). I was frantically trying to call the school as BART calmly announced that due to a massive flood or a derailed train or a person on the tracks, there would be delays. When I got to school, 15 minutes after my exam was suppose to start, I couldn't find the room. Panicking, hyperventilating and sweating like pork roast, I burst into the Dean's office and babbled about how I couldn't find the room. She was sympathetic and joined in the frenzied attempt to contact the exam coordinator. That's when I was informed that it was the following day. Ooops. Had I read my emails more closely, I would have discovered the crucial piece of information, namely the DATE of the exam. Idiot. Idiot. Grr. Grr. After talking to my work supervisor, this had happened to a friend of hers in college, except he ended up missing the exam, the last exam, the exam that he needed to pass in order to graduate a few weeks later.