I have recently discovered that those mentioned in the Writer's Digest article I talked about yesterday may not have necessarily known they would be in there.

If you are interested, you can buy one from the Writer's Digest site. Go there and click on "magazines" on the left. Put "journaling" in the search thing at the bottom. The only thing that will come up is the "Personal Journaling Winter 1999" issue, which you can purchase for $4.75.

More Advocacy tonight. This time we had to be prepared to offer certain things (pictures, maps, diagrams, police reports) into evidence. And it ain't as easy as it sounds, or as it looks on TV. There's a very particular (and pain-in-the-ass) process you have to go through to get that stuff admitted.

Call me crazy, but I'm considering entering a Trial Advocacy competition here at school. It's a pain most of the time, but I kind of like it in a sick way. There's an informational meeting about it tomorrow night. Maybe I just want to put it on my resume. Maybe I should just put down the crack pipe.

And speaking of things legal, this state's bar results are posted online at 10:00 a.m. on Friday. I don't know how they do it in Kansas or Missouri (don't know where I'm taking the bar yet) but I hope it isn't like this. I just can't imagine having to scroll through praying like hell your name comes up. That has to be just as stressful as taking the damn thing.

I hope it keeps raining all night. I don't want to walk tomorrow morning. Susannah and I have been very good so far. We walked for almost an hour on Tuesday (no school that day) and did our regular 20-minute mile-and-change this morning, but it isn't getting any easier to get out of bed. Maybe once the clocks change, and it's lighter in the morning, it'll be easier.

God, this entry sucks. I don't think I should write "live" anymore. The pressure's just too much.

(By the way, Happy Birthday to he who is lord and master of all things x-ish.)

(I can't believe I just wished Happy Birthday to a damn celebrity. What am I, twelve?)

(I really ought to go to bed before I cause myself any more embarassment.)