Tomorrow morning at 9:30 am I will write my trusts exam (not yet prepared) and hand in my policy response (not yet written), then will proceed to the records office to hand in my evidence paper (not yet proofread) and my directed research paper (not yet proofread or footnoted).
Then I am going to look for new sneakers, because the Pumas have given up on life in a way that makes me giving up on exams look like nothing. This time, I'll try to get sneakers that:
a) don't have a massive rabid squirrel on the back of each shoe
b) are a color that goes with black
c) are awesome (much like the pumas were)
In all reality, I'll probably hand everything in, have two drinks, be excessively drunk, and go try to take my cat for a walk on his leash* or something.
*the leash was the product of getting drunk after my last exam at Christmas.