...will osterize my dying brain cells through the modern day torture device otherwise known as the Bluebook. two hours left and I've yet to shower, pack my bag and get ready for school. the only thing I've ready is a freshly baked carrot cake and my morning coffee. i have one hand and two hundred centavos in my pocket, wondering how the hell i'd get to Rockwell in time for the instrument to mark out 33.333(bar)% of my grade: ze midterms. sigh. now, if only i could remember the requisites of the subsections of the circumstances and causes... son of kamote! now I know why it's de rigeur to spend 10 hours A DAY studying and not merely skimming through the books on the same day.

the law, is indeed, a jealous master. regrets, as they say, always come at the end.