-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In retrospect, I'm not too pissed I ended up completely...blowing my Bar Examination.I mean, fuck it, I was going to fail it anyways. I done jack shit during the year and I didn't intend for that to change in the eleventh hour, contrary to what the stacks of textbooks stacked on my kitchen counter my suggest. No sense getting all agitated about it - that'd be my motto, if I had one. Right now, I'm. Our two-hour tour of the USS Midway had been great. You'd never grasp the enormity of the ship through pictures. It was truly massive. For forty-seven years it had plied the oceans enforcing America's naval might. Seen up close and personal it was easy to see why it was seen as such an intimidating warship.We'd covered about two thirds of the ship in our tour, exhaustion from climbing up and down stairs cutting our visit short. The trip was very revealing. I'd observed Keira closely as we. "Now, Arthur, don't go out of your way just to humor me. I can come back later if you're busy. Besides, I know your wife usually has a pot on back in the living section, and I could always impose on her. She said so, after all," I said with a grin.He grinned back, saying, "You seem to be in good humor, already. What brought on this change?" A prospective patient. It was a most unusual case, but I could not help this person. I was able to dispense advice, though," I replied a bit. Itfelt like the longest walk I ever made returning to my desk, whilethinking how I looked and was walking so as not to attract any moreattention to my discomfort, then the vodka began to effect me. I wasstarting to get light headed and a little dizzy which made it difficultto walk as lady like as possible. I also noticed that with my freshtampon and the warm irritating soapy water building up pressure that Iwas starting to cramp a little, I did not eat nearly as much lunch asnormal for me. lolI.