Two Stories

I've got 2 stories for you today. The first is about downtown and my drive home. The second is about the bar. I figure that constitutes fair notice in case you don't want to have to hear about the bar. And believe me, I understand.

Lately, as I get into downtown and I leave, I've noticed that the whole area smells like a burning tire factory. I hate it! I wear a lovely perfume, but you'd never know it over the stench of whatever that is overwhelming me. It's cloying, really. It doesn't help that it feels like about 4000 degrees when I leave work. Poor lungs. Like they need more abuse.

Also, to the jerk who cut me off around the square, and then cut me off to boot, that was me yelling, "You're an asshole!!" And you are. You really are.

The bar is making me even more nervous. Knowing that this is the last full month to study is freaking me out. I learned a good mnemonic today: ORGASM. It's good for the Statute of Frauds. Let's see if I can remember all the elements:

One year
R
G
A
S
Marriage

Shit! This is why I don't really use mnemonics. I can remember them, but not what they stand for. And above is a good example of how nervous I am. I can remember the beginnings and the ends, but nothing in the middle. Is there a way to outline where everything's at the ends? Maybe it's flashcard time.

(PS - I was able to spell mnemonic on my own! And constitutes! Any word close to Constitution really throws me off.)