Goose Egg

No one comes around here anymore. It is slightly liberating, but a little drab knowing that not even the little G+ogle spiders aren't looking into this little corner of the ether anymore. I digress. I have been awake since 9:00 AM Sunday morning. I was working on a project for school that is due on Friday, when I randomly checked my syllabi for Tuesday and found out I had a project due today at 4:00 that I had not even looked at.

It is done and I am a big knot of nervous energy. I once went 4 days without sleeping. That was well before you couldn't buy ephedrine over the counter at every gas station and coffee houses were open 24-7. It's a wonder I got out of high school and community college with most of my teeth.

I have to read about 80 pages of crap for tomorrow morning and I have a 500 word essay on the power of networking due in two hours. The stress... oh God, the thigh slapping, razor blade in the crook of your knee stress... it might be getting to me now.

This weekend, I studied. I need to study harder, longer, faster, and better. And get some sleep.

Project due in 2 hours.

Project due on Friday.

Project due a week from next Monday.

Midterms sprinkled in.

I do not want to be a lawyer. If I have to put up with this shit as a student, what in the hell will the workplace be like?

Loves.

Today

On this date, 63 years ago, my father and personal hero, graced this earth with his presence. He is probably sleeping in the soft whir of air conditioning as I write this.

On this date, 7 years ago, the paperwork for my DUI was processed by the court. I read over the clerk documents with more clarity today. Thanks law school. As I read, I am once again disheartened by my choice to go to law school. What I would do instead is a complete mystery. I know for certain that I do not want to hold the power to remove someone's liberty from them. I am not sure if I can protect a stranger from having their liberty taken. Given my performance in class over the last year and a half, it is doubtful I can do anything for someone else.

The nights are getting long up here in the great white north. The days are already less than 12 hours. If I wake up with the sun, I am running 40 minutes late. If I go to bed before the sun comes up, I have forgotten to do something. This is no life. Friday, I learn how to roll on the banjo. After that, at least 3o minutes a day, right when I get home. The only excuse would be if I got home after 7. Don't want to disturb the neighbors.

Happy Birthday, Papa. I hope today is beautiful.

As for me, I'll be at the library if you need me.

I have Officially Outlived Jesus

Well, then, officially, I have now become older than Jesus. Not that I am going to get half the things done in my lifetime than he did, but still, it's all about perspective.


I went out to breakfast this morning with the wife, wearing a sweater I pulled out of storage for the occasion. She gave me a New Orleans Saints jersey for my birthday, which is the equivalent of giving a deer a t-shirt with a target logo painted on it during hunting season. Still, it will be nice couture to wear while studying in the man cave.

Breakfast was at a little neighborhood diner down the street from us. We got there after 6:00 AM, so the place was packed. We got a tiny table about six inches away from a nice foursome who kept talking of old times, their favorite beers, and the amounts of particulate matter that accrues in a garage/woodshop of the course of a day of sanding. It looked a lot like this:





I didn't pay that much attention to their conversation, as I am wont to try to respect other people's privacy, but every time I closed my eyes (there was a college party next door last night, so sleep was a precious commodity), all I could picture in my mind was this:

The wife is tired of moving. I think one more move out of state will be all it takes. Somewhere they do not practice regional diction. Ah, the Midwest.