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plums before/after Did not pass the bar. Again. By four points. FML. I had migraines for 3 days when I found out. I suspect something psychological is going on, plus I changed my writing style at the suggestion of the bar prep course. This was a bad idea. At this point, I should probably be more upset and lost than I am. But I'm not. Maybe going to fruitlessly appeal my score, and then definitely going to take it again. I really don't see another road opening up before me in any event. I suppose I would like to do any number of things, but...I just don't see the way. If I see the way, maybe I'd take that way. Maybe I'd go that way. But hopes and wishes really don't equate into a plan, you know? And, I mean, as much as I would like to do something creative, it seems very much like doing so and hoping to make a career is much like making a career out of playing the lottery. As far as finding my passion, I am looking at things that charge my cookies, my cahonies, my plums. Writing, photography, music. And honestly, I should always write more. Its good for me. I can feel it...down in my plums.
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