you've got an invitation

okay. here's the deal. the dilly, if you will. the willy-dilly.

sometimes? when i eat candy? for instance, tuesday night in wills and tonight in secured transactions i had a few skittles from a friendly student sitting next to me: i get lightheaded. what does this mean? i think it means i have to watch it. watch it with the candy. no candy, is what this says to me.

on the other hand, it could be that i am staring for hours on end at my computer screen, so it makes me feel terrible. or it could be anxiety. or, really, it could be about a thousand things, all of which WebMD has informed me about and thoroughly scared the bejeezus out of me as a result.

man, the construction of that last sentence was a real shitbrick disaster, wasn't it?

anyway, that's what's going down at the present time. lightheaded (light-headed?) and tired, and overworked and underpaid, and really, quit yer bitchin and talk about something else.

fine.

something else is that i have another interview with the cook county prosecutor's office, this time at their office on the thirty-second floor in downtown chi-town. yip. it's even on november 18th, in the late morning, and then i'm flying back home later that afternoon. i figure that's pretty nice and sort of like playing an adult on tv without being one in real life. and then the following tuesday, just days later, i get to go to seattle. now that's nice, isn't it? i thought so too.

casey has started calling secured transactions class the magical mystery tour. amen, i say to you: and how.