Yes, it is misleading. Yes, it is intentional. 12 pounds of butter have nothing to do with criminal procedure except that I, Christina, was involved in acquisition of both items. Can criminal procedure be considered an item? I would argue yes, more so than contracts, because it's a finite set of rules. It's a procedure. You go through these steps, and pop out the other side.
This morning started off a little slow and with a light to medium drizzle of rain. The lecturer for Criminal Procedure does not have such an over-abundance of personality that it hinders the material. In fact, Mr. Lecturer just read out-loud an outline. Step One. Step Two. Insert accused here, eject on the other side. Add a dash of Constitutional Law. Spread liberally with SCOTUS. Enjoy.
I got my essay back. The one that resembled clay splattered on the wall. I got it back and I passed! Whoohooo. Never has minimal competency felt SO good. The comments on the essay concerned organization, and arguing for both sides. What both sides? I've become so accustomed to being on the correct side of Justice that I take a stance early on. Just kidding. I understand that I need to address all arguments. And I will dutifully work on that. Just let me bask in the waning twilight glory of not failing, for a little while.
This week is going to be vicious. Multiple choice questions, 3 topics to cover in 5 days. Review. Review. Still don't know real property. Still get night sweats when thinking about mortgages. Eyeballs refuse to work when looking at the dense Barbri books. I have been toying with the idea of using a magnifying glass when reading. But that might cause vertigo. The words are so tiny and close together. Sometimes, I think if I hold it closer to my face, I'll understand the material better. An optimist, evermore.
On the topic of TENS machines: Have you heard of these? It's like a personal electricity-zapper with electrodes for the treatment of pain. I'm not joking. Wikipedia has funny historical factoid about the advent of using electricity to treat pain.
"Electrical stimulation for pain control was used in ancient Greece, 63 A.D. It was reported by Scribonius Largus that pain was relieved by standing on an electrical fish at the seashore." -- Wikipedia, in regards to TENS.
Well I don't know about you, but every time I go to the ocean or large salt water body, I look for a fish to stand on. It's medicinal. Is that how ancient Greeks used to get their kicks? Perhaps television is not such a brain suck after all. Without internet as entertainment, we could have a whole planet of fish-stepping humans.
My purpose for introducing the TENS unit is because it purports to be non-narcotic pain relief. As you may know, people in high stress situations are desperate for pain relief. They will use anything, try anything, at least once. My friend has bi-monthly massages booked, I have weekly acupuncture treatments, my other friend trains boot-camp style to knock the fear out of his brain. We're all a little nuts. So I've had knots in my neck and back from the studying, but I do not like massages. Next best thing: electrical stimulation! You put a pair of these sticky electrodes on either side of a knotted muscle/pain, insert the (positive) and (negative) electrodes, connect it to the machine and amp up the intensity. It can hurt if you dial it up too high. Yes. It can feel really really weird. Like holding a whirling power tool that makes your hand numb. And you are not suppose to put the electrodes on your head, on your nose, or through your chest.
(Do you ever wonder what actions gave rise to these warning labels? Someone had to have used it for this warned-against purpose in order for the label to prohibit the conduct. The first person to have done these stupid things, not as brave as the first person to eat blue cheese or a raw oyster. But they will forever be immortalized in these warnings.)
It works really well on the muscle aches and pains on my back. Not as effective for the carpal tunnel. But then again, the carpal tunnel causes pain because I'm on the verge of causing further permanent injury, and not just chronic pain. Difference scenario than back pain. My wrists use pain to tell me to stop. My back uses pain to play a cosmic joke on me. See? Deserving of electrocution. Throw the switch!
Tonight, I am going to bake the previously-promised bonus brownies. It's going to be cashews and caramels. With a brownie base. (I hate this keyboard, it's not sensitive enough and I have to pound the keys like an angry midget volcano in order to register a keystroke). I got parchment paper, sugar, 12 pounds of butter, chocolate of all varieties, and nuts. Thanks to my generous patrons, I can afford things like parchment paper. Would you lovely patrons like photographs? I can do photographs.
Please understand that if the cookies with nuts don't taste terrific, it's because I'm allergic to nuts and tasting the cookie would be bad for my health. Heh. I live as dangerously as I can, but going to the hospital is not my idea of a good time.
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