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I got a good score on the LSAT. Now, I’m going to go for a great score. Wish me luck.

I’m leaving tomorrow to spend a long, Independence Day weekend in LA with Chris. Yesterday, I read a post I made years ago on a message board. I’m standing athwart these two days rather symbolically on this Thursday evening. That … Continue reading →

The Parting-Month of Spring I am too deep in June. I feel the death of spring in every nighttime twitch, in skin that naps when pressed by crumpled sheets, in breaths too slow to fill my lungs. I’m trapped within … Continue reading →

I went to the front hall to grab my purse and was attacked by a fishing rod. If you didn’t already know this, fishing hooks are really quite sharp. My hand, my forearm, and my shoulder are all willing to … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

I did not read a book called Mr. Fingers. I did not write a poem called “Mr. Fingers.” I haven’t met anyone named Mr. Fingers. I haven’t imagined anyone named Mr. Fingers. I have eaten chicken fingers. I have ten … Continue reading →

I know few of you will be surprised at all by that. Steve was a packrat. I had it in my head that he was a bit of a packrat, but I think the past year of cleaning out his … Continue reading →

I bought a chocolate bar from a manufacturer I’d never heard of–Chuao. It appears it is supposed to be pronounced “Chew-Wow” based on a little ad inside the packet. And wow is right. Dark chocolate with panko breadcrumbs and sea … Continue reading →

Horseradish and Cheddar, by Herr’s. My god. It’s like the people at Herr’s were just sitting around, wondering how to make the perfect Julie chip, and then they made them, and then they decided that to torment me they would … Continue reading →

My niece informs me that she has been told by a local historical society person that my house contains (dum dum DAAAA!) a secret door! The theories were that it was an Underground Railroad house or a bootlegging house. Since … Continue reading →