I'm headed down to Columbus tonight for a Death Cab for Cutie concert. It's so exciting that I live somewhere where I can go to all the concerts that I want to... But I'm really excited that in a few months I'm going to be somewhere where I can do everything that I want to do and only take a subway, not an hour and a half drive.
So, that's fun.
But what I'm really thinking about?
The results for the NY Bar Exam come in tomorrow at 9am. ("WHAT?" you say, "But he took the bar exam back in July! Why the hell does it take so long?" I don't really have an answer for this, execpt for that they are asshats.)
So all my fingers, toes, arms, legs, etc., anything that I can think of is crossed. Not that I'm worried, because I'm married to Mr. Intelligent, and he studied his ASS off for this exam. (BUT. The big ass power-outage during his last studying push didn't help. Neither did our impending move. SO. That's all I have to say. I'm making myself nervous.)
And. I've got to go pick up the other concert-goers and head out of town!
(No, Mom, Death Cab is not scary. They're a wholesome family band, like the Beatles. I promise.)