I don't suppose anyone out there has a good Federal Income Tax outline that I could reduce to my little notecard form in the mere two days I'll have to study for it? Because right now, when it comes to that subject, I am Fucked with a capital F. It's on the test. I took the subject in law school and don't remember a damn thing about it. It is not, however, in my bar review class. It wasn't on the California bar, so I don't have old bar review notes on that subject. The semester I took Fed Tax was also the semester my computer went belly up and my disks were eaten by the school computer (I think I actually have an entry on that somewhere back when it happened). So, I have to learn Fed Tax for the bar and at this point have no way to do so. Knowing this, I feel like I just got hit in the gut with a sledgehammer.

Today I started in on putting my bar review Family Law materials onto my notecards. I got about half of it done today and should finish that up tomorrow. It's nice to once again be on a subject I enjoy. This is what I would like to go into, if I actually have any choice in the matter.

Tonight we gamed and I got the baby laundry loads done. Thanks to Febreeze, his room no longer smells like a feces factory. I told Rob the next time he poops like that, I'm taking pictures. Then, his girlfriends can see him covered in his own poop and playing in it.

Nana Update: Getting better day by day. Still having problems at night. Has a new roommate and they seem to get along. My Mom says the roommate is very nice and a lot better than the bitch that was in there before. My Nana is still in the rehab center of the hospital where she had her surgery. Her roomie lived in a nursing home and choked on a brussel sprout. When someone went to give her the heimlich they accidentaly broke her ribs, which is why she's in the hospital.

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You May Be a Bit Antisocial...

Antisocial? That may be a bit of an understatement. You think rules are meant to be broken - and with gusto! Having no fear, you don't even think about consequences. But people love you anyway... you've got a boatload of charm.

What Personality Disorder Are You?