…nothing would get done. It’s true. I wanted to double check the deadlines for Stanford, UCLA, and Georgetown. I was under the impression that they were all due by March 1, but it turns out that UCLA and Stanford are due by FEBRUARY 1. So I went ahead and finished them and sent them in. I may have to resort to selling my body on a street corner to pay for them, but I guess a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
Speaking of Law Schools, I’ll be leaving tomorrow (note to self: SHIT! TOMORROW!?) for Los Angeles where I will cause madness and mayhem. I will also visit UCLA to see what’s up there.
If I do not return to Alabama it’s probably Manny’s fault, but it could also be Carrie, Nicole, or Jean. If I make it back, wear a hat for two months, blame it on Irene.
Anyone who wants to party with us while I’m out in California needs to get a hold of someone above. Probably not Irene, though… she won’t be seen in public with me, I’m sure.
Sure, blame it on the whoda.