About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Friday, April 27, 2007

You know, when I finally passed the stupid Bar Exam, I thought I'd finally be able to sleep the sleep of the righteous. If anything, my sleep patterns have gotten worse. I feel like I'm living one of the Rozerem commercials, except I don't have Abraham Lincoln or talking beavers. I do have this one reoccurring nightmare though, and it's got to mean something. It goes like this: I'm back in school, and all of a sudden I realize that one course I haven't gone to for half a semester, and chances are I'm not going to pass it. The other course needs a paper done the next day, and not only do I not know what I'm supposed to be writing on, I haven't a clue what I'm going to write. All I have is absolute panic that I'm not going to graduate. At that point I usually wake up. I have degrees now. I'm not in school. I'm not sitting for exams. This has got to stop.

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