Happy Halloween

My sole accomplishment of the day (so far - I'm more productive at night... usually) was going to vote. I actually went out of my way, as the first place I went was incorrectly marked on the website as an early voting station. So I drove the opposite direction to get to the *real* voting station, stood in line, figured out the *weird* little machine they have this year and cast my ballot.

I have to admit, for someone who is in the dire straits of PC finals and is suffering from pure, unadulterated dread, it felt rather... uplifting. Not for the presidential election - pfft, I'm aware this is Texas and my vote doesn't matter *there* - but maybe for the local elections.

As a side note - going anywhere on Halloween always turns out to be confusing for me. I saw a nun, complete with a large, wooden cross, at the polling station. Was she really a nun? I haven't seen one in an actual habit since I was about 5. If she wasn't though, that was a fantastic costume... Same goes for the guy who I swear was carrying the carved, 6-foot walking stick and wearing a dashiki.

Charlie says, "Happy Halloween!"

Or, I Could Play Poker Professionally

The ABA is telling graduates to have back-up plans, in case they can't get jobs.

... Yeah, I'm trying not to be bitter and sarcastic right here. Anyway...

What's my back-up plan? Going back to school, taking some literature courses and becoming an English teacher.

Or I could open a non-profit, no-kill animal shelter.

Or I could go to graduate school, become a psychologist and listen to other people's problems... hahahahahaha. Okay, that one was for my own amusement.

Or I could open a bar. (No, not a joke. Also, notice the smooth way I separated this one from the teacher idea.)

That's a good start. Also, I'm adept at watching TV, eating fruit snacks, cuddling puppies, playing online, playing video games, criticizing fashion choices, sleeping past noon, shopping for myself and making delicious grilled cheese sandwiches. I'm willing to get paid for doing any and all of those things.

Want my resume?

They (Both!) Have Senses of Humor

I tried to post this a couple days ago, but it went all crazy. Apparently, I shouldn't have dared to link to McCain's lead-in to this speech. So go find it yourself. Needless to say, McCain wasn't as funny, but I appreciate the effort.

What's better than politicians telling jokes? Part awkward, part witty and part "a little too awesome".

The Long and Winding Road

I have the schedule for the last mini-trial exercise. I have a case. I have a witness (well, 95% sure I do). I have a weekend to do some serious outlining. The end of this quarter is in sight.

And I am ready to just give up, curl up and go to sleep for a year.

According to others, I'm long overdue for a nervous breakdown. Apparently, I'll feel better. But who has the time?

Officially Broken

Broken or old. I'm not sure. Either way, I'd been noticing my shoulder acting up lately. I don't exactly play sports, and I'm pretty sure my joints aren't predicting the upcoming weather patterns, so it was a mystery. When I sat down to work a couple nights ago, I leaned over my notes, felt the tell-tale twinge and said to myself, "Oh, duh." Yes, I've been writing too much. Or writing the wrong way. Or I'm just addicted to my computer to the point that hand-writing is physically strenuous.

Anyway, those little disposable heating pads that you stick on your body for 8 hours are *awesome*. When I went to get some from Target yesterday though, I was in the aisle with 3 women all over the age of 65. I managed to avoid feeling excessively old and frail before my time by remembering that I was buying Finding Nemo fruit snacks too, as if I'm 12. Still, I hope it's not a look into the future, and that I won't be buying those heating pads in bulk for my arthritis.

Of course, I'll take that in a second rather than being in the next aisle over in the incontinence section.

Only Sorta About PC

I caught the ending of "The Usual Suspects" today, as I actually don't have so much reading that it'll make my eyes bleed (although I do still have to do *something* about my big direct/cross this Thursday - but yay! I have a witness!). Kevin Spacey always reminds me of that weird category of actor that both interests and repels me. Of course, so far he's the only one in that category. Most actors/actresses either repel me - i.e. Jeremy Piven or Teri Hatcher (nowadays - she was so cute in the 90s! What the eff happened to her???). Or they interest me, even if they are so very odd - i.e. Angelina Jolie making me wonder what she'll say when her kids start hearing about her pre-Pitt life or Tim Burton because I watched "The Nightmare Before Christmas"* over the weekend for the first time in 10 years and just have to wonder what's up with his brain.

I'm sure all these people are probably dull as dishwater in real life. Or, ironically, maybe the ones I find interesting are dull while Jeremy Piven and Teri Hatcher would gain my rapt attention. (I highly doubt this.) All I know is that I enjoy judging them by what they wear to awards shows. Which probably goes to show that I'm just as shallow as they are. Or maybe I'm the only shallow one. (I doubt that too - I can't be the only shallow one.)

If you thought there was a point to this, there's not. I just wanted to avoid reading for an extra few minutes and decided to ramble after reading about fashion mistakes at the Emmys. Although the shallow bit made me think of one of my favorite Futurama quotes, which makes me even happier. So there was a point. For me.

*I got it for my birthday and felt that I could stand to take 2 hours out of my weekend to finally watch it. Sheesh. Gimme a break.

Witness Needed

Hey all you non-PC people, it's that time of year again. I am sadly lacking 1Ls and 2Ls that I know who are willing to surrender an afternoon or so in order to get a glimpse of what PC is really like. Oh, you know you're curious.

So here's the deal. For now, I need a witness for big direct/cross for Thursday, September 25. I'm going last (supposedly from 3:40 to 5:00) - I'm uncertain if you have to be there, as I do, from 1:00. Probably not?

Anyway, I'm willing to buy you lunch or bring snacks or whatever while we go over your deposition. Anything else that you want is negotiable. If you have to stay the entire time, I'm obviously more amenable to bigger rewards.

Or you could just do it out of the kindness of your heart. Ha.

EDIT: If you don't want to leave a comment and volunteer, you can email me - my first name is Sarah and I hope you know my last name by now. And just to clarify, when I said "negotiable", that means that yes, I am willing to pay you.