There’s no other word for it, dear friends. It takes a special kind of moxie to post a picture of your pumpkin pie, promise scintillating tales of the Thanksgiving That Was, and then bugger off for a week, only to resurface with...another picture and another promise of tales to come. It takes an even more special moxie to do this after you’ve spent the remainder of the holiday weekend in the bosom of your family, who take you out for the world’s best birthday dinner and shower you with beautiful and astonishing gifts in celebration of your Birthday With a Zero. And it takes all available world stocks of moxie, after years of self-indulgent birthday blogging, to turn 40 and not utter a peep about it. Shameless? Oh, without a doubt, yes.
Having established my scoundrel credentials, I will hereby certify them: I blame it all on the LSAT. Or rather, I blame much of it on the LSAT. I blame much more of it on the rapidly-rising toxicity of the environment at LuthorCorp, but as LuthorCorp becomes more unpleasant, it also becomes more unbloggable, so I won’t pursue that avenue of thought any further. What energy I’ve had left at the end of a day has been dedicated to studying for the LSAT, running puzzles and drills, and trying to improve on last year’s train wreck of a test score, which I achieved after a pre-test bout of flu, or food poisoning, that robbed me of my good night’s sleep, leaving me a nauseated, keyed-up wreck on the bathroom floor at the Parker House in Boston. Since I am not traveling the day before the test, since tonight I will be at Bunni’s house, watching The Magic Christian and a few hours of Law & Order and/or Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares until I feel sufficiently Zen-minded, I’m pretty confident that this year’s test will be much, much better.
The test is tomorrow morning, from 8:30 until about 1:30. I’ll be back sometime after that. No, really, I will. Don’t look at me like that.