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Yesterday my friend Adam and his girlfriend came up from the Bay for the weekend and informed me at the last minute that they'd be in town. They picked a great weekend to come - it has indeed been very hot and sunny and wonderful. *wriggles with joy* I wrapped up my work day early, went to see the CSE Band perform at, well, the CSE building, then a group of us went to Shultzy's on the Ave and planted our asses at a table in the beergarden around the back (I didn't know it was there either) for the next four hours. Adam and Joyce arrived and met up with us for more drinks. Eventually we all moved onward in search of (second) dinner and endd up at El Casa de Mojito, way the hell far up the Ave (where "way the hell far" means 52nd). OMG AMAZING CUBAN FOOD. And caipirinhas. And hot, nice waiters. They said, "We'll be at the U-District Street Fair tomorrow! Come out!", but I was all I have too much work to do grumpf.
I spent the night at jibb's place and managed to hang out there until like 3 o'clock today, freaking out for several hours about how much work I have to do between now and Wednesday. Actually it's just two big things: write a final paper for my clinic that I've been slacking on all quarter, which needs to be submitted to the ACLU (for whom I'm writing it) Wednesday, so I can go in Thursday and Friday to revise it; and study for my Civil Rights exam, also on Wednesday, which means I should probably catch up on the reading. Civil rights law is Not Easy, and I have no actual full days to devote to studying, since I am trying to finish my clinic report Sunday, plus I have to go to my last day of work at the AG on Monday and I have class on Tuesday. PLUS there's some journal stuff I need to do in advance of a meeting ALSO on Wednesday that I won't attend, due to the exam, but for which I need to prepare an "in absentia" presentation for someone else to give. So until Wednesday night I have to work my ass off because I've been slacking off all this time, and I was feeling crazy and panicked for much of the morning/early afternoon. Panicked in a way I don't remember feeling for a very long time.
So what did I do after I finally left Jonathan's place at 3 or so? Well, I had to go to campus to print out some stuff for my clinic paper, and while I was at it I went to the street fair. It was just too nice out not to. The Cuban restaurant guys were there, as promised, and gave me a hug and delicious food and lemonade that hit the spot on a hot day. (No mojitos or caipirinhas, though.) I didn't get home until nearly 6 because the buses were all screwy. I didn't start getting any work done until seriously 8 PM. Ridiculous, but I've been working pretty steadily for the past 7 hours and I've gotten lots done on the paper.
I should finish up the portion of the paper I'm working on and go to bed soon, because I have a hair appointment at 11 AM. Yes, the punk rock hair is going away and lawyer hair will be back again. Even one of the middle-aged legal secretaries at the AG's office, which is headed by a Republican who forbids employees to show too much skin or even wear jeans, told me I'm a sell-out. She took a cameraphone picture of my hair yesterday, for posterity. As of tomorrow I will once again Blend In. Goodbye, awesome hair.
I spent the night at jibb's place and managed to hang out there until like 3 o'clock today, freaking out for several hours about how much work I have to do between now and Wednesday. Actually it's just two big things: write a final paper for my clinic that I've been slacking on all quarter, which needs to be submitted to the ACLU (for whom I'm writing it) Wednesday, so I can go in Thursday and Friday to revise it; and study for my Civil Rights exam, also on Wednesday, which means I should probably catch up on the reading. Civil rights law is Not Easy, and I have no actual full days to devote to studying, since I am trying to finish my clinic report Sunday, plus I have to go to my last day of work at the AG on Monday and I have class on Tuesday. PLUS there's some journal stuff I need to do in advance of a meeting ALSO on Wednesday that I won't attend, due to the exam, but for which I need to prepare an "in absentia" presentation for someone else to give. So until Wednesday night I have to work my ass off because I've been slacking off all this time, and I was feeling crazy and panicked for much of the morning/early afternoon. Panicked in a way I don't remember feeling for a very long time.
So what did I do after I finally left Jonathan's place at 3 or so? Well, I had to go to campus to print out some stuff for my clinic paper, and while I was at it I went to the street fair. It was just too nice out not to. The Cuban restaurant guys were there, as promised, and gave me a hug and delicious food and lemonade that hit the spot on a hot day. (No mojitos or caipirinhas, though.) I didn't get home until nearly 6 because the buses were all screwy. I didn't start getting any work done until seriously 8 PM. Ridiculous, but I've been working pretty steadily for the past 7 hours and I've gotten lots done on the paper.
I should finish up the portion of the paper I'm working on and go to bed soon, because I have a hair appointment at 11 AM. Yes, the punk rock hair is going away and lawyer hair will be back again. Even one of the middle-aged legal secretaries at the AG's office, which is headed by a Republican who forbids employees to show too much skin or even wear jeans, told me I'm a sell-out. She took a cameraphone picture of my hair yesterday, for posterity. As of tomorrow I will once again Blend In. Goodbye, awesome hair.