As I write this, it’s 20 ’til 10, and there’s a jackhammer going off right behind me. I have decent noise-canceling headphones, so this isn’t really much of an issue, except that I’m at Madis with acquaintances from Kline. Due to some mild confusion and exhaustion from the Brief™, my follow-up interview with the Solicitor’s Office was rescheduled for next week. It was rough last night, and it’s still rough this morning. At least I can focus on what really matters in Property today: zoning laws and why they’re the Devil’s Work™. Somehow, against all odds, the jackhammer keeps getting louder. Remarkable. There’s an event co-hosted by MHLS and CJS after class that I’m gonna attend.
As I write this, the clock just hit 10:30. I went back to Anova to get something from my apartment. As it turns out, I don’t have class this morning. I went upstairs to the LRC. I guess I can get ahead on the LegReg projects (or get concepts of a plan). The sun is shining through the library atrium, and I decided to sit in a well-lit spot. Hopefully, it cheers me up.
Maybe I’m burnt out, last night I ended up submitting my brief right on the deadline. Coming in clutch with margins that tight, I might as well go MLG. Today’s not exactly a musical day, unfortunately. I wish it were, it’s the right weather for it. Aidan just walked over and invited me to the ACS event, and I must say that sliders seem fairly appetizing. Maybe I could bounce between events. I’m more of a fence sitter than the median voter; it’s ridiculous.
In “The War of the Worlds” (H.G. Wells, serialized 1897, pub. 1898), the Artilleryman described the British Army’s battles against the invading Martians as “bows and arrows against the lightning,” and that’s how it feels to live in these times. The world spins, the world spirals. The seals break, the horsemen charge forth. I pray for peace, but I’m in no place to issue demands to God.
As I write this, it’s a few minutes to 11. I know what I wanna say, I have so much I wanna say. But I’m not sure if this is the right time or if the right place is this blog. Sometimes we get the chance to speak; other times, tough luck, I guess.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 