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Today’s blog is brought to you by my roommate, Mr. Jared Marshall. Enjoy.
At 2am this morning, a mere 4 hours before I had to wake up and take my ridiculously difficult exam on contract law, I was bailing water out of my bathroom. That’s right: bailing water. Was I sleeping restfully recharging for the stressful day ahead? No, I was bailing water. Was I studying hard to prepare myself for the dreaded exam? No. I. Was. Bailing. Fucking. Water. Apparently, the DWV plumbing in my building is completely fucked (as evidenced by water SPRAYING out of a plugged clean-out underneath the building) and all the water being used by the whole building backed up into my bathroom. And of course, of all the days this could have happened, it just had to be the night before my first law school exam.
Consequently, taking an already difficult exam after two nights of almost no sleep is just plain impossible. On that note, if you want to come by and lend a hand, I have got to figure out how to remove the Uniform Commercial Code from my ass. It seems to have gotten stuck up there… sideways no less.
He failed to mention how he woke me up and I didn’t know what the hell was going on for like 15 minutes.
Call Uncle Kevin. He’s a whiz at that sort of stuff. He’ll have it fixed in a jiffy.
We just called the landlord and they had a plumber come out and fix it. All is well.