Testing

1,2,3

It's not fair.

The child woke me up cause she'd had a bad dream. I couldn't get back to sleep. The man was flopsy, too. We could SO be having early early morning sex right now. But he's running on low low sleep cause of some work he had to do over the weekend AND he's getting a cold. :( Whine.

A moment of grace:
hummingbird takes flight as the
school bus pulls away

Mediocrity

Well, my final gpa for law school is a 2.948. Mediocrity at its finest, people! I feel like I should care more... and also less. Oh well, done is done.

Leave my mental health alone, thank you very much.

It's not at all unexpected, but today I got a letter from the Washington State Bar Association telling me they couldn't process my application any further until they received information from my shrink as to myBPD2 diagnosis and prognosis. Basically they need my doc to tell them that this condition won't interfere with my practice of law.

I knew that they'd want this info, especially since I was moderately snarky about it on the application. But I really, really, really hate the fact that they get to ask me for this information. It's an invasion of privacy - albeit a sanctioned one - and it feels REALLY, REALLY shitty. I managed to get through MORE than half of law school (as a single mother in the process of a divorce, mind you) with neither a diagnosis nor treatment of BPD2. It wasn't easy, and I wasn't the most stable person ever, but I did it, and I did it competently.

So I really want to say FUCK YOU to the WSBA. But I can't, since the practice of law is "a privilege."