Which means, of course, so do the crazy dreams.

The other night I dreamt that my teeth were falling out, one by one. Three had already fallen out - and you know how the rumor is that you’re supposed to put them in milk or something and rush to the dentist? So I did, except my dentist was my Criminal Law professor.

Right, so, I’m trying to get Professor Myers to help me, but him and Ameir keep joking around, wasting time.

HELLO. MY TEETH. ARE. FALLING. OUT. GET TO IT, PLEASE.

I don’t think I could ever yell at Professor Myers in real life - he’s kind of huge, and he was a prosecutor, so he probably knows a few people.

Needless to say, I’ve been brushing and flossing more diligently now.

And….it begins. Wish me luck.

Also, it’s taking all my energy not to stop outlining right now and make Barefoot Contessa’s Lime Curd Tart with the bowl of limes my Khalto gave me. Hence the limes picture above. I can’t say it won’t happen anyway.

It’s exam season. Things are about to get a little crazy.

Update: Dream before my Crim Law Exam. Myers hands us the *entire* Model Penal Code and says “analyze all the statutes. you have three hours. go.” I cried, panicked. Then Muller (Constitutional Law) comes in, except he’s an itinerant preacher. He says, “Don’t worry, my children. You only have to analyze the ones you need for the exam question.” I rejoiced.

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