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The casualty rate during my preparation for the bar exam is soaring: first my social life, then my computer?

It seems that the presence of ten telephonesque BAR/BRI books and an unyielding sense of doom cripples even the most inanimate of human companions. I suppose my laptop really misses things like non-recycled air and parks. On the flipside, there are certain matchless joys here, like my burgeoning Vitamin Water graveyard and the steady consumption of Office Maxxxxx supplies.

But alas (and perhaps alack), I must once again pack for my near-annual journey to that technological Mecca in SoHo, characterized by long-lines and neon geniuses. One of whom I — unfortunately — dated. Let’s hope that professionalism prevails over yesteryear’s fumbled rejection. My digitally encrypted memories hang in the balance!

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