Ugh. The final semester of law school has started. I so don't want to go through with this. I would readily prefer avoiding the inevitability of taking the Virginia bar.

On the other hand, I got a grade back in a class that I was expecting to retake. Two full letters above what I thought I'd get, and I'm pleased. Hooray. Nevertheless, I don't want to actually have to get out into the real world and pull my weight, darnit. Isn't there some super-rich family that just would love to have a grumpy, acerbic, and sarcastic wiseacre amateur political analyst and lawyer as a son-in-law, married to their uber-babe daughter whose accent is either English or proper Southern? (There are plenty of them out there; it's just that none of them are interested in you. --Ed.)

Oh well. Once more into the breach, and unfortunately, I don't think I'm Richard Sharpe at Badajoz.

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