Yup. You get the point. Law is very much about being reasonable.
I suppose…Though my Uncle is hardly reasonable
In October, I had private litigation to do. I spent 100 hours writing over 10 days during which I went to work and to some university classes, along with an exam in a foreign law I took after 2 hours of sleep (if). This figure doesn’t include library and such. I had problems seeing or standing straight in the middle of the first week and I carried on until the Monday after the second one, posting the appeal at 11:59 pm of the final day to lodge it (61 pages, by the way). According to witnesses and photos, I looked worse than drunk, I tripped and mumbled and so on. How is this for *real *stuff? I don’t need to skip shaving to appear wilder.
Wow
That’s hilarious!
But wild isn’t exactly predatorial… After all, a deer may be wild, but its still a herbavore
I wore a cream linen suit and a straw fedora to work in the summer. I could get away with it because no one else would do the stuff I was doing.
Dude!
Not like I don’t own a leather one, actually. I once had Indiana as my nickname (I wore lots of khaki too… and I love shirts with a washed away colour… I wear them with a suit sometimes. I actually passed the entry exam to archaeology at Warsaw (one of the most prestigious archaeo units in the world) without studying the year 30 people out of 300 even passed the exam (passing the exam was one thing, gaining entry was another). I got 80% and the top was 83%… came third. Wonder what if I really tried. This generally makes me wonder what I’m doing in the law profession.
Dun da dun DUN, dun da dun! Dun da dun DUN! dun da dun da dun!
Dude, bring that story up on your dates.
(When you’re ready that is)
oh boy I can’t imainge the consequences of that…

Maybe you’d like being an archaeologist better huh?
Hah. Often happens, rarely does anything come out of that.
I thought not…lol
Hah. I did actually teach grammar to a youngster once. Like 3-4 hours daily.
So who annoyed who more? LOL
Sigh… No comment from me on that one. It’s a beautiful Sunday today.
Ah, it was indeed!
I’ll let you know why in a sec
You can’t heal a person. Medicine cures, God heals, you can pray. But *damage *is what we can easily do.
True.
Conservative. South. 1860.
…What?
Anyways…Today, an…interesting event took place.
Like…creepy…freaky…for me, really.
So let’s first start with what happened a few nights ago.
I just had a dream, and in that dream, you-know-who was there.
Now, at one point in the dream, I gave her a kiss on the cheek, she looks at me and says “You know better than that.” then kisses me on the cheek as well.
Ok, now here’s what creepy as heck
I gave her a hug goodbye after seeing her today (which was awesome BTW) and she says “You know better than that”
…

:bigyikes:
It wasn’t just WHAT she said, but HOW she said it…EXACTLY the same way…IT. FREAKED. ME. OUT.
She was probably talking about us having colds though. Since before I mentioned to her that she probably got me sick, and she remarked that I didn’t even hug her the time I saw her when she was getting over her cold.
But still…I didn’t have a HUGE freak-out session, but I was like “OKAY! I’m going to excuse myself now!!”
I came back, don’t worry. I told her why I was weirded out, too.
…well…except I left out the kissing part
