Time for the monthly update. I'm not as blue as I used to be, but I'm far busier. I ask myself daily how the laziest girl in San Diego got this saddled down with obligations. How can something... come from nothing?
There are so many things my mind is supposed to be thinking about. Heavy material in all of my classes: suicide, the right to die, international war crimes, decedents' estates. Neverending moot court responsibilities, including learning a bit about trademark and patent law and then learning to talk much more slowly before I face panels of judges in the South. I have asked the gentlemen who are to escort me to Nashville if we may stop by the Belle Meade Plantation for some chicken and dumplings. My first plantation!
I realize now that I am the kind of person who cannot be anything but incredibly busy in order to accomplish anything at all. In sum -- I'm not a person of moderation. The thing is, when you have a bunch on your plate, you can only get rid of it if you start eating it all one by one. Fuck the food analogy. Basically, being busy for me means that I get more done because I have no choice; if I don't have the looming threat of never having a later opportunity to get something done, I just won't do it.
It's a terrible way to be. Believe me, I don't disclose this at job interviews.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 3:09 PM
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