Yertle

I am too old to have pimples and I am tired of them, too. I want to proactively (get the pun?) do something about it and not be too f-in scared to try something that may make thinks a whole heck of a lot better than they are now. I actually think that’s true for my life in general at the moment, but this is an entry about acne, not general life-ness, so let’s stick to the point. I will make an appointment with the dermotologist and see what the deal is. My mother probably isn’t going to like it, but I’ll have clear skin and she can shove it.

So I found out today (about 13 hours ago actually) that I passed the NY State Bar. I didn’t think this day would ever come, but I am so happy and relieved that it was worth the 3 1/2 month wait. Its such a good feeling that I would recommend 3 years of law school, a summer of bar/bri and then months of waiting just to know what succeeding at this kind of accomplishment feels like.

So its over and done with. Stupid NY Bar Examiners can’t get their asses in gear to let me out of my misery until Thanksgiving. Prayers for a HAPPY Turkey Day are now being accepted.