Spring Break: ETA 1 hour and 11 minutes.

When I get home... I am so going to not work on law school.  I really have no plans after that, as my three years have sucked out any creative marrow from my bones in a soft gelatinous spread that you can put on a cracker.  Wait, maybe I'm lying. . . or could it be that my creativity only emerges when I'm railing against the powers that be.

I will have to live a rage-filled life in order to have a prolific one, as well.  At least I have Subway and potato chips.  NOM NOM NOM.