Sometimes I Give Myself The Creeps

[I know, it's been a week since I even updated. And right on the heels of a very sweet guestbook entry from Wingd Pony (yes, I have a guestbook, though for weeks at a time, you'd never know it, hint, hint), and a marvelous note from a New Zealand Diarylander, complimenting me on a five-month old entry. (Yes, I have archives as well!) I can only recommend you go read them instead.]

[Janet: "Brad, don't be ungrateful!"
Brad: "UNGRATEFUL?!" (rips off glasses)
Audience: "Super-Asshole!"]

[I had a feeling this would happen, but I didn't think it would happen this soon. This space has become less and less of a priority for me since entering law school. It's not that there's less going on; maybe it's that there's more going on, and making sure none of these pots boil over or burn is making me me feel like one pressured line cook indeed. (You should see my e-mail inbox.) I hope those few readers who visit this site will continue to do so, but I don't see the update frequency increasing anytime soon.

[The overdue return of San Francisco's Indian summer (what a dumb phrase) kept me from the Internet yesterday, and I have the sunburn to prove it. A lovely day exposing the carcass in Lafayette Park, and running errands in the sunny Mission District. And Friday, my other day off from classes, I'll be helping Violet study for the baby bar exam. The weekend: cleaning house, and whatever trouble John and I can get into at the Folsom Street Fair.]

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