I hate your commercial! But I love your product!

Head hurts. Mom sent me Head On about 3 or 4 years ago ("It's supposed to work" which is one of her favorite sayings, especially about new, untested products) and it's been sitting on my dresser ever since. I only just realized today that it's that irritating crap they advertise on Jeopardy!.

No. It's never worked. I just tried it and it actually hurts. I'm going to go wash it off right now.
(mother corker. It's just an irritant to make you forget about the other irritant. That's not right.)

So, yeah, this is really hard, this school stuff. I'm going to have to do something about work if I'm going to have time to write papers and read when it's not 4 am or 10 pm or a time when I could be calling my mom to find out how my cousin's wedding was last weekend. These are the considerations of time. Time won't give me time. And time makes students feel like they've got something real.

I can quote you some court cases tho'. Fecking A this law class is fun. There's Socialists, Communists, guys with "Fuck the Draft" on their jacket, Krishnas, picketers, flag burning, cross burning and leaflet throwing. I seem to be the only one in the class that enjoys it, and that makes me a little bit of a kiss ass, but I get kind of goofy around citations, especially when it's taken me 4 days to pull them all up with summaries, judgments and dissenting opinions.

So far my favorite has to be Cohen vs. California, 403 U.S. 15 (1971), which is the "Fuck the Draft" case:

"That the message was thrust upon unsuspecting viewers, who were not captive and could avert their eyes, did not entitle appellee to protect the sensitive by curtailing all such speech."

Yeah! Fuck the Courts! .... oh ... wait ...