People. It finally happened.
I woke up from a post-Bar exam nightmare.
I found out everyone I knew, even the dummies, passed the Bar. And not me. And for some reason, "fails" were worth 10 points and I had twenty points from failing both days. Boo.
In my dream I was balled up sobbing in a corner. I woke up crying. It was weird.
Also, I work with a Rashida Jones look-a-like.
Finally, my blog friend, The Faux Trixie, wrote up what she would do with all her blog friends if they were her real-life friends. I felt cool. Like I was part of a middle school clique. I like it.
So I say: blogfriends--come on down to the beach! Life is good! :)