I’m at Tataki as I write this. I came here for lunch after what can only be described as a Bad Time™ this morning, revising my draft for submission. And by that, I of course mean lobbing atom bombs at it until the chaff was burned away. Unfortunately, this means my argument is Literally Cancer™, and, as usual, I’m forever grateful to Professor Wolman for grading drafts on completion rather than on quality, because my drafts are never quality. I guess that’s why they’re drafts, at least. I do have concepts of a theory of the case, and I know what I want to say, but legal writing is still alien to me. I can’t be breezy, my prose can’t be any shade of purple, and I’m still abysmal at CREACing (IRAC is way easier IMO). How can I expect to make Law Review if I’m like this, smh my head.
I’m blitzed out of my mind right now on caffeine. It’s objectively the warmest it’s been in a good long while, yet I feel frigid. Unfortunately, my dishwasher is broken again, somehow. I have no idea what keeps going wrong, but evidently neither does Anova considering the work orders did Nothing™. I’d say Nothing Ever Happens™, but that’s very much not the case. It was indeed confirmed that Khamenei is dead, and Iran launched a bunch of missiles across the region in retaliation. The Strait of Hormuz has been closed, so gas prices are likely to go up. Once again, we are cursed to live in Interesting Times™.
I keep appending Trademark Symbols™ to random words. God, I’m full of crap. I need to lock in.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 