Somehow I am in the position of hosting a seder at Danny's and my apartment for his whole family. I also have an exam that promises to be no picnic at 8 AM.
I am actually less worried about the exam than I am about the seder. They are a judgmental lot. I'm no slouch in the kitchen department, but holy fuck, people. THE PRESSURE. It's like candidacy again, just this time in holiday planning. Fucking fuckers who fuck. Thus far I've resisted the urge to throw up (which has passed over me periodically during the last 2-3 days).
I have a menu and a game plan (which includes finding kosher for Passover vodka to medicate myself), but this is really not cool. I can't sleeeeeeeep. Ugh. Which bodes ill for this exam. Hopefully I'll tire myself out in the next, oh I don't know, 15 minutes?
Right...
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