Happy 4th Weekend!

Though the 4th may be a bank holiday and the cause for much rejoice, it's the point-of-no-return for many bar students. At least that's what I keep being told. Everyone cruises along at their own slightly indifferent speed until the 4th weekend. And then. It all hits the proverbial fan. Some say that the realization of the impending exam gets pressed directly in our collective faces. Others say that the 4th symbolizes the time when things get really serious. And finally, a small separate group tend to agree because they cannot make up their own mind and like to be part of the larger decision-making process.

The weather has been very very fine these past few days with a high of 79 tomorrow. For San Francisco! Short shorts weather and tiny tops. Hula-hoop lessons in the park. Strollers out in force. And of course, Barbri. Because nothing completes your ensemble better than a huge, 900 page book full of insane scribbles and mutterings.

I finally got a really good day's worth of work in on Wednesday or Thursday. It was really productive. I nearly hurt myself on the typing but luckily stopped short of permanent injury. It's nowhere near completion but I feel as though I know the whole game plan now. Previously, I didn't know or understand what was the start, end, middle, scope, depth, etc. But now, I'm better informed. I'm making choices about how to study, what works for me. Most importantly, I'm discarding that stuff that does not work and trying something different.

As always, I'm still doing my restorative yoga at night before bed to help relax my hunched over body and rabid mind. I'm also starting to cocoon myself in many pillows when I sleep. It creates the comforting sensation of being supported. Maybe it also creates a sensation of being smothered because I have trouble getting up now. And when I do, I'm radically thirsty. But no night sweats. That's good.

Last night I resisted the urge to eat some deliciously spiced Indian food before going to bed. Very wise choice since the last time I made that mistake, I had cookie-monster dreams for the whole night. This morning, I woke up and had a few spoonfuls of the rice, with generous habanero hot sauce sprinkled on top. It created a delicious burn in my mouth, a tingle down my spine, and a general sense of well being. Endorphins. Cheap thrills! I've been telling people about this mood enhancer/endorphin rush from chili peppers. Some think I'm crazy. Crazier. Others are desperate to try anything to relieve the stress and anxiety (bar takers and other students, can't you guess by now?).

I've also been eating copious amounts of light yogurt. Studies have shown that yogurt contains a high percentage of tryptophans which encourage a calm sensation. Like turkey. And healthy bacteria for digestion. Sometimes when I eat yogurt, I feel a bit like the Cheesy Potato Freaky Eater on TLC. I think my only saving grace is that I'm not consuming 8000 calories a day via yogurt. Otherwise, I would turn into the Cheesy Potato Eater.

In other carb-filled news, yesterday, I ate nearly a whole baguette of bread. That's more bread than I normally eat in a month. With butter. Lots and lots of butter. I can't make up my mind whether I like bread or not. It's both really good sometimes, and not at all exciting.

Truth is, I'm trying to figure out what is causing my tummy troubles.
(Warning: don't read these next few sentences if you don't want to know anything remotely gross. It's not obscene. But it's normal polite conversation. You wouldn't discuss this with your boss. Or the Duchess of Cambridge.)
I've been suffering from acid reflux as of late. It occurs when I eat cookies. At first I thought it was the coffee I put in some of my cookies. So I took that out. Then I thought it might be the chocolate. So I took that out. But I've still been getting this horrible bitter taste in the back of my mouth. It makes my throat a little sore, and I cough occasionally. This bitter taste only happens when I eat sweet baked goods. Or cookie-dough. I finished up a batch of spiced chocolate chip bars and licked the batter off a spatula as I was washing up. Just one small lick. The majority of the batter was already in the pan, in the oven, baking. This was merely a smear of batter. And within 5 mins, I had that horrible bitter taste in my mouth. Part of the reason I ate so much butter yesterday was to test whether it was the butter. It's not. Was it the egg? I ate hard boiled eggs and was ok. Was it the gluten? I ate bread and was ok. Everything seems to point towards sugar. Or baking soda? It's some kind of cosmic joke on me. Taking away everything I love, one by one. Until I cannot enjoy anything.
(End of grossness)

Back to Corporations. Anyone need help drawing up Articles of Incorporation? I've never done it before, and I'll give you a great rate. Plus, I promise to devote all of my time to it if you hire me because you are my ONE client. Singular devotion. Absolute attention. That's me.