Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

How you doin?! I'm back. Today was part one of the Bar exam. It wasn't too shabby, but that's all I'll say for fear of jinxing myself. Love, Props and Thank you to everyone who prayed, lit candles or thought about me as I was going through this. Round 2 is tomorrow. Keep the candles burning.

On a quick side note: I was studying at the library last week and let me just tell you how I had to FLEE the library on Thursday because there were just too many stink people in the library. When I say stink, I mean STINK; homeless funky, like their clothes could stand on their own.

I was sitting at a table and there was this FUNKDAFIED man in there. You couldn't really smell him when he was sitting down, but when he stood up...WOOO, I nearly passed out. And then he had the nerve to be looking for a book in a shelf right next to my table and walking back and forth...back and forth. I was trying to take a practice test with my jacket over my nose. Not a good look. He sat down, but I was still smelling him. Nobody else seemed to be affected. After a while, I began to wonder if I wasn't the one stinking up the place. Lol. He kept reading all these books...spreading the funk.

Then there was another guy who had an open sore on his head (I'm not making this up). And he had a strange habit of brushing his hand over each page. Maybe OCD? Who knows. He was funky too. Eventually I left and came home. It makes me wonder about getting books from the library. Ever see those mysterious things on the page when you get a book? Dust, crumbs or....?