Thank you for coming over today and pleasuring my body. I love being intertwined with you, both physically and in the sense that we live our respective lives together. I feel as comfortable with you as I do in my own skin.

I am sorry this post is so late. I’m trying to manage an enormous amount of anxiety. I have no idea how it looks from the outside-looking-in, but I feel low grade terror washing over me on slow motion, like a wave of molasses or honey or something, in relation to the bar exam. I feel prepared and confident, but the stakes seem so high to me that it’s difficult not to experience anxiety. I have a tendency to put on poker face in situations like this, so I wanted to let you know, in case I seem weird or off.

I love you so much. I need to pass the bar exam. Those are the two main things that occupy my thoughts when I’m not thinking about rules of law and how to apply rules of law to facts presented. My ability to be with you rides on passing this fucking test. My ability to get on with my life and do anything rides on passing this fucking test. Did I mention that I love you so much and that I need to pass the bar exam?