Here I am in corporations. And rather then listening, I am writing in my blog. I probably should feel bad about this, but for once I have done a pretty good job of briefing my cases, and since the facts of this case are really really long, I am choosing not to listen.

I had my quarterfinal softball game last night. We won, but I sucked booty. My batting was lame, since I basically drove the ball directly to someone everytime (which is really really really frustrating when you blast the ball hard and the shortstop caught it in the tip of his glove.) As for fielding, I got one really nice bomb to right field (my spot). Unfortunatly, since the guy had been hitting to left all night, I was damn close to center field. I hauled butt over there, and actually slightly overran the stupid thing. It bounced off the heel of my glove. Argh! I was SO annoyed. But, I was psyched we won, since we have the semifinal game tonight. Sadly, I will not be playing in it, since I have class from 6:30 to 9:30. **sigh**

On a different note, this weekend reminded me why I essentially stopped drinking my first semester sophomore year. I NEVER want to feel that "general feeling of ickiness" (a phrase I do believe that Deb coined...) for that long again. Not that I will never drink again (land of realism says that won't happen) but good lord I do not want to drink that combo and feel that ill again.