Heuristics

So I know I have been uncharacteristically quiet of late.  That is because I am ass-deep in this mad dash for the finish known as law school exams.  Never experienced it?  Imagine popping open your skull, removing your brain, and wringing out all those lovely vital goopey things that make you smart.  Then apply sandpaper.  Sound fun?  You bet!

As a general rule, I have a pretty low tolerance for brain fatigue.  Pretty much by the time it gets dark, my brain's shift is over and it is replaced by Jello.  I rapidly grow weary of trying to teach Jello to read and understand English, so I do what any sane person who believes that there are Jigglers in their skull would do-- I give up.  At this point, I surrender to the impulse to blog, watch Youtube videos of humpback whales doing whaley stuff, and make myself an Oreo ice cream sandwich.

I'm pretty sure this is what it would be like to be best friends with a whale.

During finals, particularly in the second week, it becomes apparent that this is no longer an option.  The Jigglers must learn about mediation strategy and that is just the end of it.

Because my usual means of determining when it's time to stop working no longer apply, I have had to develop new heuristics (which I learned about in Law & Psychology).

So, in case you were curious, I can tell that my brain is actually done (not just Oreo-sandwich done) when I go to take out my contacts, remove the right one, put my contact juice and case away, clean all the goop off the toothpaste, and prepare to brush my teeth before realizing that something is clearly wrong with my vision.  Upon further investigation, I am able to ascertain that I called it quits one contact too soon.  Naturally, I go to remedy the situation, whereupon I immediately realize that there was apparently still toothpaste on my finger, which is now well on its way to burning my eye out.  Maybe it wanted Jigglers?

Hopefully I'll be cooking again soon...