I took the LSAT on Monday. It wasn’t good. The administrator called the five minute warning on the first section while there was ten minutes left. I panicked, completely confused about my apparent inability to read my watch. He acknowledged during the break that he had done it and promised not to do it again. Then he did.
Ack.
On the plus side, Chris flew in from LA and we just spent the last week plus with each other. I’ll state right here for internet posterity that I love him. Wait, I’ve already said that here, so… I love him more.
We went to three Indians games in Cleveland, including one where Shelley Duncan (does that name make any one else think of Wheat Thins?) tossed Chris a ball and Chris got Tim Belcher to laugh by holding up a Dodger jersey. There was a lot of glee, lemme tell ya.
It was a most excellent week to be in Ohio, or to be in love. Fortunately, I had both.
I’m still not sure why the Tim Belcher thing made me so giddy.
And I still want to dope-slap your test admin.