Tonight is my first function at the bar association. I'm sure it will be uber-ghey, but I'm oddly excited. It turns out, an old friend of mine for 14 years is going to the same law school in the same "year". (Lawyers separate themselves by year, forever, so even at 85 you are a certain "year" at a lawschool). In a way, I have no idea why I'm going to law school. I think its just the only thing I would be good at (being a lawyer). If you've ever watched "Finding Nemo", I am exactly like the fish "Dorrie" in personality...so we'll see how this transalates to professional life.
I need to clean my house. My kitchen floor is slightly less sticky than the le brea tar pits in los angeles. To my knowledge, there are no animals stuck to my kitchen floor though, although that may explain a certain smell that is eminating from therein.