I wrote my labour law exam. I had a great day with my mom. I made a sweet lasagna and sobbed, laughed hysterically, and sobbed while watching a movie, and then I went to the Magpie. When I got home, there was an awesome stool sitting in the walkway to my house. I brought it inside and it goes great with our kitchen counter. I consider this stool to be a good omen*.
*unlike some stool. Again, sorry about the unfortunate jokes - please see earlier small print re: my summer job of 2001-2002.