Week in review. I am, bit-by-bit, getting more settled into my new place in Hampden. I have a mattress there now. Clothes. Some food. Beer. DVDs. Yesterday I got a power strip for my only outlet. Now I can use my fan and charge my cell phone at the same time. It is such a small thing, but it makes a big difference ( Read more... )

A month ago, I thought around now I would have some time to take it easy. I am not sure how I feel about being so completely naïve. Things are moving faster than ever ( Read more... )

I turned in my last paper last night. No more papers until graduate school ( Read more... )

This week has been a welcome reprieve, so far. My research class is starting to show promise of living up to its name. Maybe. My Civil Procedure and Ethics professor has toned down the assignments somewhat, but continues to assign some 300 pages of reading per week, per class. At least I can do reading ( Read more... )

I called in sick today, and already called in for tomorrow. Mental health days. I feel pretty ashamed about it. Not missing work. Fuck them. Me calling out isn’t costing them anything. I am upset that I am this upset ( Read more... )

Tuesday night was a pretty cool night. I was created “Prince of the Dorks” as Trish put it. I debuted my new shirt (which I made myself) and its bold legend “Res Ipsa Loquitur”, a latin/legal phrase meaning “The Thing Speaks for Itself.” Being a flashy loudmouth, I though it was perfect for me. My fellows students agreed ( Read more... )