Wednesday, January 14, 2009

SIW #1: I rock out, with regularity. And eat cookies!

If you've noticed a lack of law-related posts, it is because I'm in denial. And writing. Always. About nothing interesting at all. 2L year is a bitch, and both my blogging and my legal writing have gone into a spiraling hole of lackluster blech. I need a bit of a jumpstart, but it's frightful outside, and stagnant inside, so I'm feeling a little stuck.

Expect an update on my academic exploits and those whose lives I'm about to make utterly miserable within the next week. In the meantime, I'm struggling to keep sane.

Today is Self-Indulgence Wednesday (SIW) (remember this? People, indulge yourselves). Roommate left for work early this morning, so I spent the morning serenading Sofa the Cat with Billy Joel tunes. To the neighbors/Sofa/anyone spying in the window: It all goes downhill from here. You won't want to be around on Journey day. I'm just sayin'.

Then, I realized that "Sofa-pants" and "wanna-dance" rhyme, and a new era in musical improv was born. I've determined that I am a musical genius/tone deaf, and will be performing in the law school talent show this spring. Tickets are limited, so get yours now.

I am already glad I've reinstated Self Indulgence Wednesdays. I will probably have to have s'mores this afternoon, just to round things out.

Yeah. You're jealous.


(In)Sanity Gal said...

I'm totally starting Self Indulgence Wednesdays next week.

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson