An October Update

[Still alive. A new routine has developed that probably requires note, just so I don't come back here in six months or a year and wonder what the hell I was doing with all my time in the early fall of 2003.]

[M-W-F: The internship. A mixture of terrified "I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing" busy-ness and Office Space-esque, free-floating anxiety.]

[T-Th: School. Classes have that middle-of-the-semester "no big deal" flavor. From past experience, I know this will morph into "oh, shit, finals are right around the corner" in about three weeks. Also, I take the MPRE on November 8th: my first real exam To Become A Lawyer. Eep.]

[School, parte deux: The Law Review. Three pretty good submissions received with a little less than two months before the deadline. This is surprisingly good compared with previous years. If all goes according to early augurs (and via little work of my own) this year's edition will shape up to be the school's first celebrity-filled publication. (Most big-time school's law reviews and journals go for some stunt-casting when it comes to their articles' authors, but ours has never had that sort of opportunity.) There's no guarantee that folks whom you may have heard of will all submit as they've promised, but my legacy as ed-in-chief may actually be well-known, progressive legal/political voices writing for my tiny little school's contribution to the ages. No one's as surprised as I am, believe me.]

[Home: Ah, home. We're no further along than we were a week, maybe two weeks ago in getting that last 2% of the Downtown Apartment emptied and cleaned, and the last of our lives transferred to the Downtown House. This weekend is crunch time, since we gave 30 days' notice on Sept. 13th. We're really almost done, but John got a new job a little over a week ago, and has had no time for anything else since then. I've never had enough time to properly devote to the move, so we're both avoiding the inevitable. This avoidance is percolating upwards in yet another series of spectacular fights between us; the fact of our totally different schedules hasn't helped. I count as successful any 24-hour period when he and I don't get into a screaming match about something. I also note that we always seem to spend at least a few hours of every night or early morning entangled in each other's limbs, sleeping soundly and contentedly.]

[Yes, I voted. Yes, I noted with dismay the results. Yes, I tried with mixed success to see the silver lining and to take the long view. Yes, when I get a moment I read, online and off-, and have even corresponded with friends and acquaintances. The problem these days is that, to an extent unmatched for such an extended period of time, everything that isn't work-school-law review-home seems somewhat parenthetical. Is this what's called having a life? It doesn't feel balanced yet; it feels too self-involved. But hope shimmers there, just on the horizon, or hunkering still within my own Pandora's box. I keep slamming shut that box and sitting on the lid, but forces within keep trying to knock me off so they can fly out.]

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