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I'm scheduled to take the LSAT on Groundhog Day next year, so I've started to study for it. Thanks to dad, I have a pretty good idea of which schools to apply to...even though the data may be old when I get back from deployment. But I can always update. Math is a powerful thing.

The prep is fun. It's basically sample tests that test your logical reasoning. Like, there are four people, and they all have four different names, and are eating four different things, and mr smith is to the right of the guy eating pancakes, and the guy in the blue chair is not eating french toast, and the guy in the red chair is sitting across from the guy in the green chair, so who is eating an omelette? Stuff like that. I think it's fun.

Um...work was a little better yesterday. I wanted to talk to a manager about the situation...but I didn't. I guess I'll try again today. I...have...little...motivation...to do...things. But the ladies in dept 34 are nice. They are very positive. There's kind of a lot to do there so we have to work as a team, and communicate...it takes my mind off the other stuff that's going on. One of them is older and calls me "love." She's a sweet lady.

Austin's been great through this. He's very understanding and patient. I think he's a superhero. I've never met anyone who's stronger mentally than I am. He amazes me and encourages me.

I guess if I think about it, he and my dad are the only ones close to me about whom I can say that.

Austin & I are going to visit the Getty on Thursday. I'm excited! I haven't been there since we went with Uncle Ted, the girls, and Grandma Sharon; Dan, Ruth, and mom too I think. I'm really looking forward to the wonderful views, and the yummy caféteria with the wonderful views. (I just made that word up. It's like, cafeteria style, but with café-style seating and feel.)

I'm still processing everything that's going on. Right now I get these spurts of injustice in my stomach. But I know that even though I didn't create the problems, I am the only one who can do anything about them. And that feels unjust. I want to say my time is precious to me, but I waste so much every day...I don't know. It's still valuable to me. My energy. My mental capacity. I am completely unmotivated to devote any of those resources to what I feel doesn't deserve them. But then I realize, again, that I am the only one who cares to change the situation. And if I don't, it affects me negatively. So it behooves me to take care of it.

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