I should change the description of this blog. “Freelance journalist” doesn’t really apply anymore — I’m mostly law student these days. What to post, then, but low-res photos and highlights of the last 24 hours:
– Drive from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia with accidental detour to New Jersey (6 hours).
– Quick grocery store run to get ingredients for boyfriend’s award-winning (seriously!) “Fire Rescue” chili — including four jalapenos and copious amounts of cayenne — for next day’s soup sale fundraiser.
– At midnight, finally arrive home to find key doesn’t work in the front door of my apartment building. Belatedly notice a handwritten sign that the locks have been changed.
– Call phone number on sign. Get voicemail.
– Per further instructions, “KNOCK[ED] LOUD!!!” Repeatedly.
– 20 minutes go by. It’s 40 degrees out.
– Longsuffering neighbor finally comes to the door in robe and slippers. Gives me a copy of the new key.
– Throw chili fixins in Meghan‘s wonderful crockpot that she generously donated for the occasion.
– Sleep (3 hours)
– Drink coffee #1.
– Drive visiting boyfriend to airport.
– Sadness and/or lack of sleep cause me to overshoot the return trip not once but twice, first by going south when I should’ve gone north, then vice versa.
– Figure out how to turn on heat in apartment for the first time.
– Fix the watery chili, lug crackpot on walk to school. Covering towel does a surprisingly good job of keeping me from sloshing any on myself. Meghan, I did not drop it!
– Buy coffee #2.
– Go to meeting with professor and try to make sense. Notice hands are shaking and I’m playing too much with the knickknacks on her desk.
– Go to class #1.
– Sell chili.
– For breakfast/lunch I eat the bottom scrapings, and a Fruity Pebbles Krispie concoction from the table next door.
– Buy coffee #3. Hands still shaking; now stomach starting to protest too.
– Class #2. While trying not to focus on weird bodily sensations in Torts, I am cold called to discuss the case of a woman who was mugged for $19,000 worth of jewelry in the parking lot of a Sam’s Club. Begging the question, if you own jewelry that nice, what are you doing in a Sam’s Club?
– Answer in words — English words, even (I think), make it through the rest of class.
– Head home, empty crockpot noticeably easier to carry. Don’t know what time it is or what I’m supposed to do now so I figured I’d update this blog.
So that’s what’s been going on with me. How’s everyone out there? I mean, hi Mom.