A side effect of Cabin Fever? It burns when I pee.

Study break, bitchezzz! Sorry it's been awhile. I've had my nose buried in outlines and flashcards for the past few weeks. This personal hell of mine won't be over until December 12th at 11:30am, so I'll probably be M.I.A. until then.

In the meantime, a few things...

1) We're trapped! 16 inches of snow fell on Columbia two nights ago. MU canceled classes for the first time in over 10 years. My car is still invisible under a mountain of snow. The cabin fever is rotting our brains! Jon has devised a plan to tunnel under the snow and steal hubcaps from other cars in the area. Then we'll melt down the hubcaps and turn them into sleds. MAGICAL SLEDS that will hover above the snow and fray and gently glide us to Cracker Barrel, where we will eat omelets to our hearts' content.

2) Okay, I lied. We're not entirely trapped. Last night at around midnight, Jon & I ventured out of my apartment on foot and trudged to the gas station down the street. We bought a bottle of Seagram's 7 and received complementary glares from the pseudo-goth kid behind the counter who was listening to AFI or some shit like that. Regardless, we drank 7 & 7's like cabin-fevered fiends and smoked cigarettes in my bathroom. You know. Your typical Friday night.

3) A special treat for people in law school or people who like to identify armed robbers...

So I was reading the Tribune online yesterday and came across this article about a series of robberies at the local Michael's. The cops released a sketch of the suspect. Checkit:


I was immediately taken aback at the fact that I totally recognized the person in the sketch. None other than Evidence professor extraordinaire, Frank O. Bowman! Checkit:


Yeah yeah... it's a stretch to think that a federal prosecutor turned law school professor would ever resort to robbing a local craft store... but we can dream... can't we?