Mind of Mine See Ya'

My head is all over the place right now. I can't keep straight thoughts. They're not even like a series of connected lines taking lots of turns. They're like random angular rays sprouting from unpredictable places. If I tried to pretend to have ADD, you know really get into that mindset for performance purposes, I would try to become the way I am thinking today.

Resurrection of Sadie Grey. Once you go blog, you can't go back.
[EDIT] ***This post has been amended to acknowledge the fact that the ADD post was originally Sadie's idea. I claim no memory of reading such a post on her blog. If true, it must have been subconscious. Sadie deleted her old posts so she can't prove any of this anyhow.***

I went to a courthouse today. I walked through the x-ray machine and immediately turned my back to the security guard, stuck out my arms and waited to be wanded. Security Officer: "obviously someone's done this before." That made me feel good. I'm in the "rules of courthouse security" club. I may not be an attorney, but I've got the "no shanks in the house of the law" law down.

I have a headache. I didn't have coffee today. Therefore, I have a headache because I didn't have coffee today. Southern Canadian must resist the urge to explain the logical fallacy of this statement.

Boalt Hall's graduating 3Ls were supposed to have Howard Dean as their keynote speaker. Apparently he bowed out after the UC workers union decided to picket graduation. Dee-dee-dee. So many Boalties are committed to labor and employment law issues. I did the WRC, I spent a semester at the employment law center, I didn't cross the lines when you protested during the first month of classes during my first semester of law school. Ok, I probably wouldn't have gone that day anyhow, but it seems counter-intuitive to protest the celebration of a group of students that largely supports your cause. I wonder what CECU, the union man, makes of this.

I wore this same shirt yesterday. There's no deodorant or sweat marks or stains or anything. So I'll probably wear this same shirt tomorrow.

Boyfriend just called to tell me Cat killed a bird. I wish the bird won and Boyfriend was calling to tell me the bird was laying on top of Cat, nibbling at its innards. If Daughter didn't love Cat, Cat would be at the Cat-Pound.

I really did not want to come to work today. I wanted to sit at home and drink vodka-cranberries with Boyfriend and pretend like it was a Friday night. My drinking has elevated from once every month or two to once every week or two. Drinking makes my stomach hurt less. I realize this is not the ideal way to deal with a health issue.

BarBri is going to make me (well, The Boss) pay (well, it's refundable) $600 to lease an I-Pod for the self-study program. I can't add any data and if I attempt to copy any, the I-Pod self-destructs in 11 seconds. I have no desire to see M:I:3. But if Arbusto writes a review, I'll probably read it.

I hope I never go bald. Or senile. I don't want to be one of those old people who walks around stuttering and mumbling shit that makes no sense. If I'm still sane enough, I'll take all my old-people pills before I get that crazy. Then I'll be cryogenically frozen Ted Williams style so I can come back in 300 years. I wonder whether 2300s humans would be attracted to 2000s humans? Or would I look kinda weird and dirty, like people from the 1700s kinda look to me?

Front Secretary wrote a letter to her healthy father. She told him what she wants to happen if she dies, and asked what he wants to happen if he dies. I called her morbid. I read the obituaries from Smalltown, Missouri at least once a week. I never talk to my family there, but this is the only way I'll ever find out when they die. I used to read local obituaries all the time, but they stopped publishing the cause of death in the late 90's. So much for informal death statistics.

I mentioned Smalltown, Missouri to Daughter recently. She asked if we would ever visit. Look of uncertainty crossed my face "I just don't know sweetie, it's... different there." Daughter, very matter-of-factly, responded "Oh. Is it a red-state? More than here?"

I wish Sadie would make Veggie-Kabobs again. Those were bomb.

I read over at Pettifoggery that during a SupCrt argument regarding the right to choose one's counsel, Scalia said "I don't want a 'competent' lawyer. I want a lawyer to get me off. I want a lawyer to invent the Twinkie defense. I want to win." Read Pettigfogger's whole story. We all hate Scalia. But this is classic.

IT guy called. I need him to make a WAV file play. I opened it on g-spot to find what codec I needed, and then couldn't find the codec online. I worked all of this information into the conversation in order to appear smart to IT guy. Backfired. Given my history with computer geeks, I know that this was a surefire way to make my ineptitude apparent. I already went through the exact same exchange with Boyfriend over the exact same codec issue and looked dumb in front of him too. I lose good sense around techies and become a babbling 14 year old. Next time, I will impress him by needlessly throwing Latin terms into conversation.

I made coffee. It's 3:28p.m. It's so good.