the month of June

I made it through the second written exam and finished up with my oral exam on Friday. I emerged into the St. Patrick’s day weekend snowstorm with some sense of relief and a big headache that lasted and lasted and lasted.

The next day I rolled out of bed and immediately started shoveling. I shoveled for an hour and a half–until it was time for my tennis match. The bubble was 101 degrees, and I ran around, with my headache, getting beat badly, while I mostly concentrated on trying to breath in the oppressive heat.

That evening D and I went out for what was supposed to be a lovely dinner at McGuire’s, where we were treated terribly–or barely treated at all (maybe a better way of describing it). The food was good, but definitely did not warrant the $100.00 tab and shitty service. After that we met up with some of my wonderful friends for drinks.

Yesterday I attended the anti-war rally. Today my headache is finally gone.