How Did I Get Here???

How did I get from lying on the beach with a picnic basket and cruising around Mexico to where I am now? HOW???

Last night I dreamt that I woke up at 6:45, drove an hour to my internship, drove an hour back to school for classes, stuffed dinner down my throat, and went to a meeting that ended at 12:00am. Oh no, wait, that wasn’t a dream, that’s my life! And I suppose you have to sleep to dream.

Years ago I saw this funny comic on our Dean’s door. It shows a guy drunk out of his mind passed out in a pub, and the caption states, “Is law school leading you to the wrong bar?” At that time I thought it was hilarious, at this time I’m thinking, DUH! NO WONDER!

Who am I kidding? I suppose to be passed out in a bar would mean that you actually have the time to go to a bar, or for that matter, the time to drink. I’m off now, to read 50 pages of legal jargon before my 4 hour nap so that I can get up at 6:45 in the morning and drive an hour through traffic to work… *sigh*