On principle, direct evidence of a shitty day

I had a bad day today. It could have been worse; I could have cholera or children. But it was a rough one, nonetheless. I got up before dawn to meet a friend for our weekly early a.m. hike through Duke Forest. Occasionally this strikes me as strange because a few years ago, I never saw dawn single-vision and certainly not after having any sleep. So, it began to rain and I left. For some reason instead of driving I had taken my groovy new scooter. On the way back, I had to go to the bathroom really, really bad, pulled up in front of a gas station, got off without turning off the engine and in front of like 20 people wiped out, busting my leg up and scraping up the side of my new scooter. So I had to be embarrassed, pee and ride home muddy and bleeding. Actually my blood and pride don't bother me, it's the damn paint job; I will heal, paint will not. That's the thing about paint.

Moving along, I was late for a meeting with a professor because I remembered the time wrong. She was gracious about it. I felt stupid. Also, today we had evidence which is just a bad day in and of itself. Listening to the professor is like watching a game of fucking whack-a-mole. She's all over the place and just makes us do the problems in the book without explanation. "Jimmy Joe, number 5" "Uh, yeah, it's hearsay." "Why?" "Because it's about the ice cream, not the socks". "No, it's about the windows." "Oh." "Ok. tommy toes, number 6". And so on.

Then, I rode my scooter in the rain to my new job to reup my CPR and first aid training, where you would think they'd feed us between 5 and 9, but they didn't. How the hell are you gong to make people watch videos for 3 hours and not feed them? I hope whoever planned that will never need me to treat them for an electrical burn or whatever they were talking about on that tape.

So I got home soaking wet because I was too stubborn to call my girlfriend to pick me up, and as if I needed more torture, looked up the federal rules of evidence online. Here is the quote of the day: "On principle it scarcely seems open to doubt that the hearsay rule should not call for exclusion of a hearsay statement which includes a further hearsay statement when both conform to the requirements of a hearsay exception." On principle. Someone should be tied to a canoe and put out to sea for writing that. On principle, I will never, never make enough money to have had to deal with Evidence class. On principle, no one should go to law school and I should have stayed where I was. On principle. . .I'll let this go for now and take my principled ass on to eat pizza and climb in bed like today never happened, just on principle.