gray day miscellany
Bleargh.
I am total ausgelaucht. Totally wiped. I've been getting over a girlfriend-induced (thanks honey!) bout of Illness, and it is a cold, gray, rainy Crap Day, and I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.
But I should eat something. Especially chicken soup. But I don't feel like cooking.
(Sudden inspiration: Maybe this was why I bought that frozen seafood stew at Trader Joe's last week froze that chickpea-potato curry I made ages ago, hmmm? It's a miracle what a body finds when one opens the freezer.)
Anyway.
Just over 12 hours until the last exam. I have to get up early on account of a measly 1-1/2-hr exam, grrr. The stupid part is that I know that that is way too little time for a decent exam, and I know that a large chunk of it will be an theoretical essay question (e.g. "Does the EU's current approach to private law make sense in terms of promoting a harmonized market? Discuss"), which frustrate me far more than concrete fact-based case problems.
But then it's over. And I will have a weekend with my beautiful daughter, all giggling and decorating cookies and playing music and going to The Nutcracker at the Glen Echo Puppet Co. with Maria and Cousin M. And then two weeks of job search Note research BREAK! Whee!
This just in from the My Girlfriend Is Way Cool Daily Update: Maria will be an AmeriCorps/VISTA adult outreach coordinator from January to December. I am really proud of her. :)
I'm almost halfway through my law school career. People talk like this is some crazy mind-bending milestone, but it's not. This point feels like a good halfway point. I've taken three terms. I have learned an incredible amount. I have three more terms to go. Then I will be starting a professional life. That is all.
The FDA reported this year that echinacea actually has no apparent health benefit, at least not with regard to colds and such. So why do I keep drinking echinacea tea whenever I have a cold? It certainly doesn't taste good.
Got my PEA alumni mag in the mail this week. I flipped immediately to the class notes, as I always do upon receiving an issue. I read all the boldfaced names and could even put faces to almost all of them. But once again, I felt that hollowness in my gut. I would read about how So-and-so was loving NYC and hanging out with Whatshername and Whatshisname all the time just like they always did back in high school, and I suddenly felt really lonely. Early on, I started instinctively burning bridges and putting even close-formed bonds behind me once out of sight. To some degree, it's probably another safety mechanism that evolved out of my difficulty wrestling with the loss of Grandma Sally. In this case, it probably has more to do with the fact that I made the wrong kind of friendships with many of the wrong people, or maybe that I wasn't living in the right sort of dorm, or something. But the thing is that for all my superficial associations with neat, likeable people in high school, I did befriend some solid folks. And I left just about everyone behind me when I went to college. I dunno. I got a fantastic education out of high school and learned a lot about people and friendship, but I can't help feeling like I squandered a chance to form lifelong bonds with people. It hasn't gotten any easier since.
So.... Right. Dinner. Outlining. Bed.
Good night.
I am total ausgelaucht. Totally wiped. I've been getting over a girlfriend-induced (thanks honey!) bout of Illness, and it is a cold, gray, rainy Crap Day, and I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.
But I should eat something. Especially chicken soup. But I don't feel like cooking.
(Sudden inspiration: Maybe this was why I bought that frozen seafood stew at Trader Joe's last week froze that chickpea-potato curry I made ages ago, hmmm? It's a miracle what a body finds when one opens the freezer.)
Anyway.
Just over 12 hours until the last exam. I have to get up early on account of a measly 1-1/2-hr exam, grrr. The stupid part is that I know that that is way too little time for a decent exam, and I know that a large chunk of it will be an theoretical essay question (e.g. "Does the EU's current approach to private law make sense in terms of promoting a harmonized market? Discuss"), which frustrate me far more than concrete fact-based case problems.
But then it's over. And I will have a weekend with my beautiful daughter, all giggling and decorating cookies and playing music and going to The Nutcracker at the Glen Echo Puppet Co. with Maria and Cousin M. And then two weeks of job search Note research BREAK! Whee!
This just in from the My Girlfriend Is Way Cool Daily Update: Maria will be an AmeriCorps/VISTA adult outreach coordinator from January to December. I am really proud of her. :)
I'm almost halfway through my law school career. People talk like this is some crazy mind-bending milestone, but it's not. This point feels like a good halfway point. I've taken three terms. I have learned an incredible amount. I have three more terms to go. Then I will be starting a professional life. That is all.
The FDA reported this year that echinacea actually has no apparent health benefit, at least not with regard to colds and such. So why do I keep drinking echinacea tea whenever I have a cold? It certainly doesn't taste good.
Got my PEA alumni mag in the mail this week. I flipped immediately to the class notes, as I always do upon receiving an issue. I read all the boldfaced names and could even put faces to almost all of them. But once again, I felt that hollowness in my gut. I would read about how So-and-so was loving NYC and hanging out with Whatshername and Whatshisname all the time just like they always did back in high school, and I suddenly felt really lonely. Early on, I started instinctively burning bridges and putting even close-formed bonds behind me once out of sight. To some degree, it's probably another safety mechanism that evolved out of my difficulty wrestling with the loss of Grandma Sally. In this case, it probably has more to do with the fact that I made the wrong kind of friendships with many of the wrong people, or maybe that I wasn't living in the right sort of dorm, or something. But the thing is that for all my superficial associations with neat, likeable people in high school, I did befriend some solid folks. And I left just about everyone behind me when I went to college. I dunno. I got a fantastic education out of high school and learned a lot about people and friendship, but I can't help feeling like I squandered a chance to form lifelong bonds with people. It hasn't gotten any easier since.
So.... Right. Dinner. Outlining. Bed.
Good night.