Review of the past two weeks.

Blah. Law school wins again and the blog loses.
Last week was a busy week.
Monday, I got drinks with M. M and I were on The Epitaph together. She got all of the copy editing done; I protected her from stupid questions so she could focus and be efficient. She's living near Los Angeles, but is from Sacramento and was home for the weekend. It was good to see her, and to spend a night not thinking about law school.

Tuesday, I got an awesome compliment at the gym. Someone in the pool stopped me and asked me if I was working toward something because he saw me there all the time, I have written workouts, and I'm very disciplined when I'm in the pool. I said no, it's just for my general well-being, but I was super excited that someone thought I was dedicated to working out. Things like that make it way easier to go to the gym every night.

The rest of the week was a "just get through it" type of week.

This weekend, I had more culinary adventures. I attempted to make P.F. Chang's chicken lettuce wraps.
Things that went wrong: I couldn't find ground chicken breast, so I used turkey. The recipe calls for peanut butter. I don't know why I keep following these recipes that call for peanut butter, because it NEVER works right and is way too overpowering. I was able to save it this time; the filling is just a little spicier than the real thing.
I also made blueberry muffins, but ran out of cupcake liners. So I have a blueberry muffin cake. It tastes the same, so life is good.

Last night, I had a GREAT workout in the pool. I'm not doing anywhere near the distance of what I used to, and my endurance is seriously lacking, but every workout I do personal time trials. The goal has been to hit my 100 split for my old mile time. It's only a 1:10.00, but I figure it's a good place to start from.
Last night, I HIT IT!
I don't know if I could do two in a row, but I did it once! It can only get better from here.

Very early this morning, I thought there was an earthquake and I was really going to die. I woke up around 2 a.m. to a loud bang and my bed moved. My first thought, "Crap. Where was it that I'm supposed to hide?" At this point, I realized that my bed was at an angle.
No earthquake, my bed just fell off of one of its risers. At 2 a.m., I tried to put it back, and I realized that in the course of the bed falling that the riser had broken. Once I realized that there was no way to fix it, I crawled back into my tilting bed and went back to sleep. It was thrilling.

So I'm safe from earthquakes, but the exam prep that I have to start might kill me. Wish me luck!